R's rue

  My sister and I at Bryn Williams for lunch last week “ Darling , you are very good at self care” so mused Chic Eleanor during the interval of Home I’m Darling. The invitation to the theatre had come out of the blue for her  and I sensed had brightened her day considerably.   “ I’m getting better at it” I replied and I meant it. I am better at being kind to myself . It’s something my counselling course has helped me with I guess. I’m a character who often wants to be saved.  I don’t want to use the word victim here, but playing the victim is a legitimate if generally unsuccessful mechanism in coping and learning to be kind and positive with yourself is another.  One works occasionally the other most of the time if you remain resolute. It’s not rocket science I guess. I put myself down for an extra shift at the weekend .  Another night to cover sickness. Then I reviewed how I felt. How I really felt….and realised that I could do without th...

I was looking back though the annals of this blog and stumbled across a true story from my professional life. The memories of that afternoon remain quite clear in my mind even to this day.  Back in 2011, twelve years ago, I tried to convey what had transpired in a blogpost titled "Gorillagram". By my calculations, the incident itself must have happened in the summer of 1990 or thereabouts and that was, rather astonishingly, nearly thirty three years ago.  In 2011 only three visitors commented on the post. They were John Gray from the infamous "Going Gently" blog, a lady called Pat from Arkansas and Bob Brague from Canton, Georgia who is still the mastermind behind "Rhymes With Plague" - even though it is "off air" for a little while right now. Through the years, blog commenters come and go and so that's why I thought it would be perfectly acceptable to edit and recycle the old post.... ⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿ This story from a summer's afterno...

 PT lesson Rest and perfection I’m learning what it is to rest. Fully rest. I enjoy peaceful sleep. I haven’t in a long time. As my body heals, my mind does too. I needed this. I needed what I despise. I’m learning in PT, that my body may not achieve perfection. It doesn’t need to. I just need to sustain and improve. It’s a concept so foreign to me. To sustain. God, sustain me. Love you all.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/eb58lDz

  I’ve dated the same guy four times now since the beginning of February  I won’t tell you any more about him because he’s not worth the effort  Suffice to say he has just admitted he has a partner that he’s living with and not one that was estranged from him but still sharing the house. He was good company and laughed at my jokes Sheesh why do gay men lie so much?  Carrie Bradshaw, answer me that one? Mind you I’m not bereft or even upset I feel more resigned than anything else  What a surprise ? Not! I had planned to meet him tonight as college was off….and he still wanted to meet even though I saw them both in Sainsbury’s on Sunday afternoon, discussing the possible toppings of what looked like Sainsbury’s home made pizzas. I’ve arranged to see the acclaimed Home I’m Darling at Theatre Clwyd with Chic Eleanor tonight and have decided to concentrate on my ability to be the best spinster in the parish. If I had a pashmina I would fling it. ...