Fear of Happiness…

Cherophobia can be defined as the fear of happiness, joy, bliss, or celebrating. Chero is a Greek word, which means to rejoice happiness or gaiety whereas Phobia in Greek means fear. Cherophobia or fear of happiness is the name given to a specific fear. Causes of Cherophobia or Fear of Happiness Cherophobia or fear of... Continue Reading →

On Not Being Winston Churchill…

“What’s your full name?” the main man asked.  I thought him to be the main man because he was the one to ask whilst the others nervously pushed together in an attempt to allow him his rightful share of the space. He had grown accustomed to such reverenced for his authority and he moved around... Continue Reading →

Teaching is full of threats…

If you don't concentrate, you fail to understand. I spent much of my schooling listening to this type of advice. It was a case of being told what to do through being told what not to do. I wasn't 'not concentrating' on purpose, it was just that I was working on my avoidance tactics to... Continue Reading →

Almost Human…

After a week of unpaid leave, I returned to my supply post to be told that I was no longer needed. Nobody had told me, neither the school nor the agency. I was suddenly, and without warning, given the freedom of the city. Fortunately, I got the chance to say goodbye to some pretty decent... Continue Reading →

Riding Through Time…

FOR ENGLAND AND MY MEMORIES, THAT WAS THE HOTTEST SUMMER THAT I CAN REMEMBER. IT REMAINS TALL AS STANDPIPES GUSHING FOUNTAINS OF MEMORIES INTO BUCKETS AND BOWLS. The whole of the street would meet every morning and evening to quench their needs. The clear stuff was rationed to an hour during each of these times,... Continue Reading →

Date of Birth…

My bed was still within the ward, but the ward was now part of the forest. It was no surprise that this provider of pain-relief should now be transforming into a shaman whose powers had been cultivated on the moist carpet of the forest floor.  It was the decaying leaves that I was treading on... Continue Reading →

Lovely, Dark and Deep…

I started conversations with the nurses when they passed my room. I wanted to ease their etched concern with a cheery word and a smile. I could see suspicion ripple beneath their nervous smiles. I smiled some more and they hurried off to perform some new and, seemingly urgent, exercise. For a long time, I... Continue Reading →

Calm Before The Crash…

I was on the road again. The clear sky had been crowded out by the overhanging branches and early spring growth of leaves. The adjective is dappled. Dappled belongs to horses, soft pony colours that can be found in painting-by-numbers kits, number 7 brown, number 8 white, number 9 both brown and white mixed. At... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 4

Sleep is an ocean. I woke, I am awake, and standing on a ribbon of sand that has emerged from the expanse of blue nothingness. I do not remember this place or how I was stranded here. For a moment it seems that I am the only person anywhere. I could wade back in if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas Again…

The clock said January; somewhere around the start of it to be more precise. I was coming up from sleep and the world was waiting, but not with baited breath. We had been here before. At the side of me was the warmth. The pillow was depressed and the duvet was pulled back, just enough... Continue Reading →

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