Theresa’s Writing

After Tim died I joined a bereavement counselling group at the local hospice. There were about eight of us I think, all with school age children, all who had lost a partner and we met every Thursday for about two months. It was raw and painful and I didn’t want to go, but the counsellor…

Yesterday I was sitting upstairs on a bus heading to a meeting in town. It was a bit like being on a conference call with my fellow travellers,  though  none of them were actually talking to me. The man directly in front was having what can only be described as a shouting Skype with a…

At the weekend we went to Ely in Cambridgeshire,  and on Saturday lunchtime we joined a tour and climbed to the top of the tower of the cathedral. There would have been the most amazing view ( if it hadn’t been so foggy) , but it was still worth it, all 288 steps of it.…

I saw a show once where a man drank a glass of milk. So far so good. Then he cried tears of the milk  down his cheeks and collected them in the glass and offered them around. Strangely nobody took his offer of such a tasty tipple. In the same show another man attached a…

When I got my Mums old  jam pan down from the shelf this morning in order to make marmalade, I suddenly realised that I couldn’t remember what her voice sounded like anymore. And this got me thinking about family and the bonds that tie us together. When we were kids there was a radiator in…

Not being the sort of person who would as a rule remember such things  I do know for a fact that today is Gollum the cats 15th birthday. Yes, a Valentine kitten and I remember going over the road to see him being born.  We will be celebrating in true Blue Peter style with an…

As long as I can remember I always wanted to go to Tibet. That and seeing killer whales.  We used to have a large glossy nature book at home which had a photo of a killer whale sticking its head through a hole in the ice with its mouth wide open and  a row of…

The morning after Tim had died (at home) I had to go down to our local GPs surgery and get a death certificate. As I sat in the waiting room befuddled with lack of sleep and shock, one of our elderly neighbours who was also waiting to see the doctor came up to me. ”…

If I see anyone using a plate that has another one stacked underneath it I immediately get them to remove it. Do they not know that eating from a pile of plates kills a sailor? I have no idea where this comes from but it makes me very twitchy indeed. My friend J gets very…

In yesterdays post  ( liar liar pants on fire)  I  let slip that in fact it was me who left my brothers new bike in the road, only for it to be crushed by the bin lorry ( he took the news quite well when he read it last night 50 odd years later) .…