Ramblings of a scrambled brain
I am understandably obsessed by words at the moment and this morning under the shower (far away from my notebook and pen, which caused me anguish) I reflected on how words, are born, evolve, change completely and die out, rather like insects. Not even big important words like gay. Words that can get you locked … More Therapy Thtorieth 3 – My Word!
Memory is the most illusive and frustrating thing in the world. It is an all-five senses experience and so difficult to recapture. There are triggers, of course, some say smell, that French guy (yeah, I know – here comes Mr. Stroke Ed again, stealing my library) and his cakes – madeleines (funny how I can … More Therapy Thtorieth – Day 2
You might find the title amusing. I hope you do. It comes from the fact that following my recent stroke, my speech is often muddled. Coupled with losing words and blurred vision (throw in some uncoordinated movement as well) it makes writing rather tedious. A FBF who works in this field (no, not a farmer, … More Therapy Thtorieth – Day 1
The Bingergread Cottage 