It’s fun old times at the moment. Trying to ignore what’s going on around the world goes against my general curiosity but I keep hearing such disturbing things about the things that are causing chaos in the world I don’t really want to pretend I don’t hear them.

Which is an allusion to things I can’t have an impact on but even in our own little oddly shaped island, there have been attacks launched on the disabled community that make me despair. I though that I was the only one who once had to take three buses to the hospital to see a neurologist but it seems others have four hour round trips now that their gp can’t do blood tests and they have to go to the hospital their neurological care is at. At least I can take the train and potter around Cambridge…

Postcode lottery statistics again but where you live is a huge difference between the care you have available.

I’ve got to write for my supper it seems. The available jobs in this area don’t seem to fit my skill sets or my ability to work the desired way the jobs require. Indeed sent me a really weird job for consideration…

I’ve started an HRT patch and one day in my mood is 100 per cent better. I am fighting the effects of the Government benefit changes by writing a couple of book outlines. I’ve even sewn the seeds to my dad of writing some kind of memoir that explains my birth abroad. I have booked a weekend in Scotland (beach photos) to see my relatives.

Life seems more positive: is it my HRT patch? I’ll let you know.