One Last Push…Mrs Frankenstein..


So you say, one last push like it’s an easy little thing to do. Like making a cup of coffee or putting out the cat.

You push why don’t ya. You force this creation from between your legs. Don’t fancy it now? Well, shut upya mouth. If child birth was so easy, men would be doing it.

Men? I ask you.

When I get through this thing, you are gonna be the one to be making the hot drinks.


  And I will be watching TV.

“But you know that I love you darling.”

“What’s love got to do with it?”

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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