Staring into 2026 which hideous monsters stare back? Will things continue along the lines of this year… War, starvation, animosity, selfishness…
Do we even have the capa to change. Why are we signing over our lives to tech and billionaire masters. Why is it OK for AI to make up facts and misrepresent and tell us “unfacts” (lies).
We need old fashioned education, knowledge and hard work to improve the situation. Caring for and guarding the information we have hard won over the years. Trying to explain and explore, not fight.
Being on my own today I only have to cook for myself so when I finally go to bed I don’t need to worry about it. I’m doomscrolling on my phone because it’s cold in the bedroom but I can’t stand a hot bedroom. The cats are huddled around the oil filled radiator. I’ll try and find mushy old films and finish making my trifle with port not sherry. Oh and I’ve got a bit of salmon in for the cats x
Keep your phone charged, waiting for a call. Going out, I might need a taxi. Waiting for a call… Is she going tonight or tomorrow? Waiting for a call.. You passed the test, welcome on board.
We’ll meet at 6pm… But that’s gone, maybe there’s a problem. Waiting for a call. The same four words repeated.
Will they ever call me? Is there a reason they haven’t? Information required. I hope they call soon….
Pondering questions passes the time. Phones are too important these days. What else could we do? Relax, read a book. Switch the phone off!
Usually I send cards to my friends, but the local card shop has closed, the post office closed and one of the post boxes has been removed.
I decided I would make a donation to the charity Parkinsons UK instead. They do work on trying to find and resolve the causes of Parkinsons disease. Hopefully I will be helping others in my circumstances.
Cards are a fun way to show you care about your friends and family. They were first sent by the Victorians in 1843. They became more popular in the 1860s and 70s. People used the penny post to send them to their loved ones. I do t really want to stop sending them, but digital life affects reality.
My Parkinsons is getting worse so I’m getting some therapy to help keep my voice strong and help my throat muscles.
I’ve joined a few choirs over the years and found out singing is great for lung health, breath control, and keeping your throat clear.
So this week I’m actually going to 4 rehearsals and will be singing with friends at a Christmas show on Friday. My main concern is my poor balance and weakening muscles. Shaking and stuttering isn’t helping either, I need to keep trying to improve. Maybe I need physiotherapy. Thanks for hearing my moaning!
Endlessly ringing through my head. We were singing this minor key song this evening at choir and it’s turned into an ear worm….
When I went to bed a few hours ago I was determined not to be kept awake by intrusive thoughts. I was going to think of the word ‘the’ over and over again to keep my mind on the straight and narrow path to slumber. It almost worked, but the ‘the’s’ started to form into the Soul cake tune, and soon it took over.
It didn’t help that I’d gone to bed on an almost empty stomach, not feeling well, I’d decided just to eat a couple of sandwiches, and I was being kept awake by the feeling of hunger. I’ve come downstairs for something and ended up eating a tub of curried noodles.
Now I’m sitting in my armchair wondering what to do. I can hear traffic outside and the patter of rain on the ground by my front door, almost like the soft sound as a cat licks itself before settling down to sleep.
Maybe I’ll stay downstairs and hope that I can doze, or go back to bed and try and sleep with the radio murmuring softly. Insomnia is not my friend.
Soon it will be dawn again, things to do. But with the change of the clocks I always feel jet-lagged, unsettled, trying to find my comfortable place.
Maybe writing here, using my thoughts of other things will clip the earworm and stop the repetitive tune. I do hope so. Goodnight.
Mallaband-Brown 