I find articulating the notion of anxiety very difficult. The Oxford dictionary outlines it as follows ... 'Feeling or showing worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.' It is interesting when looking at the first part of the definition 'feeling OR showing...' This rather succinctly suggests that anxiety can be expressed (through … Continue reading Anxiety
For as long as I can remember I have been very competitive. As I grew up, my thirst for competition was quenched nicely as I did a lot of swimming. My favourite event was the 50 metres freestyle. I would like to say the the 50 metre freestyle 'chose me' but it was certainly me … Continue reading Just keep swimming…
Quite often when I take Joe out for the day he begs me to take him home. Joe loves the comfort of places he knows. Over the Easter weekend Joe and I (along with some family members) went to the Isle of Wight. Oddly he did not ask to go home once. Over the weekend … Continue reading Joe goes to the Isle of Wight.
Joe loves to be helpful. There are times when he is so desperate for approval that he will tidy items he has deliberately 'untidied'. Perhaps selfishly, I have exploited Joe's desperation to impress. I have taught Joe how to use the hand-held hoover, how to water the plants and how to mow the lawn. It … Continue reading Joe the domestic god.
Last week Joe thoroughly enjoyed being outside. The moment he arrived in from being at Little Gate Farm all day he wanted to be in the garden. Joe's 'go-to' activity is always watering plants. The only problem with this is that Joe is not able to distinguish when the 'lucky' plants have received an appropriate … Continue reading Joe and the pony.
Sometimes I annoy my wife...actually that should say 'often' I annoy my wife. One thing that really frustrates her is when I tell her a story about something she perceives to be important, a long time after it has happened. She wants to feel included. This week Joe is staying with us while his parents … Continue reading Joe the farmer.
The book I am reading at the moment is thrilling. However I have to pay attention to each paragraph as the dynamics between the characters are hard to keep up with. I find it quite exhausting to read such books. Although as I get my best reading done between 5.45 and 6.30 in the morning … Continue reading A trip to the Sealife Centre.
I leave the house in a sleep-deprived haze. However it has started to be lifted this week as I can see some bulbs starting to grow. I have developed a sense of enjoyment for gardening over the past few years. I particularly enjoy the feeling of turning something pretty messy into something slightly more attractive. … Continue reading Green-fingered Joe.
'It's a woman's prerogative to change their mind'. This quote apparently comes from 1616. This weekend I was reminded sometimes to switch the word 'woman's' to 'Joe's' Joe spent Friday at Little Gate Farm. He came home muddy, tired and happy. However he was not able to tell us much of what he did. This … Continue reading Showers, chips and non-league football.
My mum once told me that when she was young she wanted to be a shopkeeper. Last night Joe wanted to pretend to be a shopkeeper. This was far from being an 'off the cuff' comment as Joe has assembled a pretty decent retail set up over the past few weeks. He has obviously thought … Continue reading Open all hours.