Pushing an Elephant up the Stairs

2006-06-23T11:34:00.000+01:00

Pushing an Elephant up the Stairs can now be found at http://francesca_gray.blogs.com/pushing_an_elephant_up_th/

Pushing an Elephant up the Stairs

2006-04-17T08:10:00.000+01:00

Pushing an Elephant... has a new home here After a lengthy break followed by intermittant blogging I'm back!

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2005-07-03T08:27:00.000+01:00

'Touch' Acrylics on box canvas, 14"x10" - I have been following the Make Poverty History campaign with interest and admiration. Wishing that I could take part in the planned demonstration in Edinburgh, but I can't afford to get there and even if I did, my ability to walk any distance or to stand for any length of time is compromised. So as I watched Live8 on the tv yesterday, I got out my paints

Scrubbing shit off a carpet

2005-06-12T12:17:00.000+01:00

Neither bright not dull. Neither warm nor cold. One of those days that are stuck in a nothing kind of weather. Like me. One of those days when I seem not to exist other than as a kind of cut and paste version of someone I imagin I am supposed to be. Sharp, torn edges nick the fingers of anyone who comes too close. Words are heavy lumps of iron that drop on my body crushing remnants of resistance

Sanity Fayre

2005-06-11T09:18:00.000+01:00

My head aches and exhaustion is a heavy blanket stifling the day. Every day pain spreads like a slow burning coal; drawing hips, knees, wrists and even fingers into the fire. Breathing is merely the remnant of an almost forgotten habit. Sleep hovers with monstrous mouth wide open waiting to devour when last struggles cease. The day already swallowed it waits for more. I awoke this morning

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A more recent attempt

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My first attempt at life drawing - Sept 2004

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'Do You See What I See?' Exam Piece

From then until now...

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I have not had much time to write. My journals, both on-line and hand written have been much neglected. Perhaps the need to write is cyclical, something that comes and goes according to some mysterious rhythm of its own. Perhaps I was simply fed up of complaining about life. The months of my absence have been both wonderful and difficult in turn. Often both at once. Family problems have at times

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Some times Christmas turns out better than one expects...

of mice and men....

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former and as for the later, my son will be home when ever Christmas Eve parties end and my ex will be arrive with his mother tomorrow. However of plans there are plenty, none of which have quite turned out the way they were supposed to. Today was to be a lazy day. Once I had prepared those things that could be prepared ahead of time I planned to sip a champagne cocktail, listen to some music

Its Christmas Eve!

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Ho Ho bloody Ho.

Eight sleeps to go....

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and then it will be all over bar the shouting. That is the thought that keeps me going. Christmas only seems to last for ever. it does come to an end, eventually. The tree is decorated, colour fading, changing then bursting into life once more to some secret rhythm of its own. Presents, shiny with wrapping paper, are scattered beneath, waiting for December 25th to dawn. Although the only way

2004-11-27T15:03:00.000Z

Ok this is weird, I think. The sleepiness has passed which is great. Trouble is now I am so wired I can't sit still...lol!

2004-11-25T16:06:00.000Z

I think this post belongs in 'Diet Coke', however having opened this blog up I don't have the energy to go back and change it. I have been reading blogs rather than writing them recently. Lurking without comment in the background, my favourite place. At least this time I was aware of the darkness creeping up on me and have tried to do something about it. Tuesday was my appointment at the

Its better to be untidy because....

2004-11-14T10:57:00.000Z

I'm back, again. I think I should make a macro that types those two words each time I log on. This time my absence has been my computer's fault. I series of intermittent problems with the keyboard, printer and mouse/pen grew increasingly worse until computer became near enough unusable. I tried all sorts of things, removing peripherals and reloading software, rewinding to earlier 'save points'

Word drain

2004-11-02T01:23:00.000Z

My novel is underway for National Novel Writing Month (check the sidebar for links) and I am in good company with lots of other Nanoblogmo writers. I think we must all share a common form of obsession with words to get involved with this ~laughs~ I intend to keep this blog as well as A Novel Idea up to date and of course plough on with 'The Shadowed Path'. Then there is college and all

Help with template wanted

2004-10-31T23:32:00.000Z

Could some kind soul explain to me how to make my haloscan comments visible on the archived posts? Please? Pretty please?

Samhain

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For the first time in a few years I have no celebration to go to. But my heart is with all those whose celebrate this evening. Blessings on you all as the year turns.

Not my rubber duckie...

2004-10-29T13:57:00.000+01:00

I watched a cringe worthy programme on the television last night. A double episode, saints preserves us, of 'Girls on the Settee' on Channel 5. Now I am not an easily embaressed type of person who blushes at anything more than an oblique reference to sensual fun, nor am I by any means disapproving of the open discussion of sexual matters. But (isn't there always a butt? if you excuse the pun),

Let the train take the stain...

2004-10-28T11:55:00.000+01:00

I'm back, tired and without much sleep last night because of back pain. Why is travelling by train never simple? Thanks to cancellations and delays I arrived in Bristol about an hour late, which is not to bad I suppose, but the journey home! I left my friends flat at 11.30 am and finally sat down in my own home at around 6.30 pm. Most of the day was spent in Birmingham station. Two

Dating for beginners and life with a sex crazed cat...

2004-10-25T08:15:00.000+01:00

The two subjects are not connected, honest! Beginning with the sex crazed cat, its Pru. She has come into her first season and like all female cats of the oriental persuasion, she is busy letting everyone know about it. It is described as 'calling'. Calling? Its more like listening to a toddler having the mother of all tantrums. Her wide vocabularly of sounds is being put to imaginative use as

2004-10-24T17:03:00.000+01:00

Although I will be adding this to my portfolio, I could not resist adding it here to. My very first painting! I'm not particularly thrilled with it and I am really fed up of drawing flowers (lol), but never the less, it came out better than I expected.

2004-10-24T05:48:00.000+01:00

After three, maybe four hours of sleep I woke with a start from some unremembered dream. 5.48 is a silly time to be awake on a Sunday morning unless one has places to go and things to do which I do not. With a little luck, that illusive occupation will return and I will have a 'lie-in' (disrupted though it may be) after all. My sofa sleeping habit appears to have made a hopefully temporary,

I must be mad (was it ever in doubt?)

2004-10-23T10:22:00.000+01:00

Logging into Blogger to write a new post, my eye was caught by the article on NaNoWriMo and the challege to write a novel in a month. The month in question being November. Madness overtook me and I signed up. That of course means another blog to chronicle the insanity. So how many is that? btw I have added more 'stuff' to my portfolio of art work. Maybe I should give up sleeping altogether..

2004-10-17T13:50:00.000+01:00

I have begun a portfolio of my work (no drawings or paintings yet - laughs) here Look in the catagory called 2004.

Flumped on the sofa.....

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One more week of college and it will be half term. Where has the time gone? I had thought that by now I would be organised, have a regular time set aside for blogging and the house running like clockwork (a girl can dream, can't she?). Instead, I arrive home exhausted each afternoon, flump out on the sofa and sleep like a child after her first day at school. Housework has been relegated to an

Errrrrrr

2004-10-04T23:47:00.000+01:00

TD1 is a very intelligent young woman. Unfortunately, although she was towards the front of the queue when brains were handed out, she forgot to collect her common sense before venturing into the world. Her episodes of what I can only call 'ditsiness' are the stuff of family legends and tonight she surpassed herself. How else can I explain the presence of a small electric whisk, complete with

So What's all this about college?

2004-10-03T13:45:00.000+01:00

I dithered. I'm good at that. If procrastination was an Olympic sport the gold medal would be mine. The question sat there like a rock in the middle of my life. 'Should I go back to college?' A montage of complex questions masquerading as a simple decision. Time was running out. Time would provide an answer of its own if I did nothing. The phone rang. A conversation cut short by me

Starting again...

2004-10-02T10:23:00.000+01:00

Shadows crept from their hiding places and swallowed the light. Once more there was only darkness and all I could do was concentrate on getting through each day. My energy sapped by the need to pretend. To smile. To be 'fine'. New stripes kept me grounded. Red reminding me that I was still alive, that there was still something beyond. Emails, comments, messages, points of light that showed I

2004-09-05T22:38:00.000+01:00

I'm tired of fighting. Tired of trying to make things work out and continuously failing. For a moment I thought the future might be worth looking forward to. Things seemed to be coming together, working out well. Only to crumble and vanish as I reached out. Nothing is worth the effort. I'm not worth the effort.

Big Smile

2004-08-26T13:25:00.000+01:00

The boy's GCSE results are terrific! I am so proud of him! Drama BEnglish BLit BHistory BMaths BFrency CScience C and CRE A

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"Godazzlem Ebonii" otherwise known as Pru.

Why don't...

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printers print out what you want them to print? I have spent hours over the last couple of weeks or so working on the image below. Finally I got a version that I was really pleased with. The hard copy version isn't bad, but some how it has lost the 'subtly' of the original. Obviously, my technical skills re printing are not up to the job. grrr. (btw I have only just realised that if you click

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Shades

WOW!

2004-08-23T20:22:00.000+01:00

NTL is running a photographic competition on their website with the theme of 'community'. Some of the entries are displayed in an on line gallery. On a whim I took a photograph and entered. Drifting about the web this evening I decieded to go have a look what was new in the competiton. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my entry was in the gallery!!!!! I'm gobsmacked! lol! Although

Decision made...sort of

2004-08-20T13:04:00.000+01:00

I have emailed my tutor telling him that I want to return to college next month so.... Lets wait and see what happens next. I had hoped that by the time the new academic year came around I would be feeling fit and well. That the dark would have departed, pehaps not for good, but at least out of sight for a while. Its slow descent over the last few weeks makes the future seem like an

Still thinking...

2004-08-18T21:03:00.000+01:00

I want to go back to college. I want to do a fine art course rather than crafts. Both ideas scare me, particularly in the context of my current frame of mind. I am going to email my tutor asking about part time and the possibility of changing courses. He could well say no, or whoever is in charge of fine art probably will. I've been looking through my 'portfolio' (the stuff I have posted

Thinking it through...

2004-08-17T11:17:00.000+01:00

I am not very good at decisions. My usual method is to think, consider, analyse until I am over taken by events and a choice is made without my active intervention. I am wandering along that particular path now, admiring the scenery and worrying endlessly about the destination. Last year I was accepted onto a HND art and design (craft) course. For four months I played with ceramics, silver

Decisions

2004-08-15T23:34:00.000+01:00

I have decisions to make about the future and I am not finding it easy. Do I restart college in September or not? Not as simple as it sounds as it means making my mind up about several things. I need to think some more and then I will write about my thoughts tomorrow.

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Receipt from Depression Alliance

First things First

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Below is a copy of a receipt for the £85 you donated to Depression alliance, I'm sorry if it isn't very clear. If any of my sponsors would like copy, please let me know and I will email a copy to you. (Now all I have to do is write a piece about Project Blog for their newsletter.) I seem be saying 'thank you' quite a lot. That is because there are so many good, kind people out there who

After midnight

2004-08-12T00:41:00.000+01:00

The Glorious 12th has begun. When I was a little girl I thought I was special, because my birthday was printed in diaries as The Glorious 12th. Poor grouse. Do they know that today their purpose becomes to provide sport for people with guns? Poor little girl. She thought the 12th glorious for such a short time. Each year, on this day, I write of disappointment. Of my dislike of birthdays.

Why?

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Because words fill me, follow me, flow constantly through my mind. Because I have to. Because I want to be heard. Because I don't know who?

When?

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When I first wake up. When I am eating. When I am on a bus or a train. When I am watching tv. When I am listening to music. When I am lying in bed awake when I should be sleeping.

Where

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In my blog. In my other blog. On my web site. On envelopes. On scraps of paper. On the margins of books. On clean, white sheets of paper. On lined paper. On pads of paper. On the computer. On my drawings and paintings.

What?

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What? Lists. Things to be done. Things completed. Things remembered. Things to buy. Things wanted. Things to dream of. Things to forget. Things that are made up. Things that rhyme and Things that don't. Things that grow into stories. Things that shrink into frustration.

Dark Days

2004-08-04T12:36:00.000+01:00

It has been a bad few days for no particularly good reason. The standard arguments that every mother has with teenage children. Appointments to be kept with people trying to help my youngest daughter. The embaressment of sitting in one which she refused to attend and that her father had forgotten about. Worry about Pru, who has developed a rash and had to go to the vet and has to go again as

5 Questions...

2004-07-28T08:49:00.000+01:00

Two people agreed to allow me to ask them 5 questions, you can find the answers to those I asked Pogo here and Menina's answers here. The questions that Black Rat asked me and my answers. Any one else want to play?

Project Blog update

2004-07-28T08:27:00.000+01:00

When I checked the account this morning, I could hardly believe what I saw. The total donated to date for the Depression Alliance is £85! What amazing and generous people you all are, I cannot say thank you enough times or show how deeply I appreciate your kindness. <>There are still a couple of donations to come, so I will leave the paypal account open for a few more days.

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TD1 as she is now (well 18 months ago). My favourite photograph of us together. (Hope this makes up for posting the baby pic!)

A quick blog...

2004-07-26T09:08:00.000+01:00

When it was all over and time to finally log out and go to sleep, guess what happened? I couldn't. Sleep that is. I went to bed. Tossed and turned. Starred at the ceiling. Starred out of the window. Read for awhile. Got up again, had something to eat. Made a drink. Went back to bed. Tried to sleep again. Nothing worked. Wound up like a top, I could not stop the jumbled train of thoughts

My last post

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for Project Blog 2004. I have set up a PayPal account specifically for donations and pledges. (The link is in the post below) The button will be deleted after 48 hours. I will of course, post proof in my blog that all monies have been paid over to the Depression Alliance. Total pledged to date £59 What more is there to say other than thank you once again and goodnight. x

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Its very nearly the end of what has been a very special 24 hours for me. To all those kind souls who have sponsored me, thank you. Your generosity has touched me. For everyone who has supported me with pledges, conversation, company, emails and comments, friends old and friends new, thank you. And thank you to my guest blogger, my eldest daughter whose picture you will find below. (

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TD1

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A baby Harry Potter hiding behind a couple of candles

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Wanna play?

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Helping out. This is Magic. The ex got custody.

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One and a half hours to go and I am dead tired and wide awake. The cats are sleeping in a heap on the sofa and the kids are snoring upstairs. Although they have both assured me that they are about to leap from their beds any second now, somehow I find it unlikely. I'm having a look for some more pet pics. I have a funny feeling that if I were to read back over some of the posts I

daddys_girl

2004-07-25T10:59:00.000+01:00

You could always walk away. Home, family, friends, had no more meaning for you than library books disgarded on a park bench. I went looking for you once, concerned about my daddy alone with someone else's belongings. Nothing of your own, except a few clothes packed in an old suitcase. I brought you photographs. I did not understand. Sometimes, I imagin strangers wondering how they

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Charcoal sketch

LOL!

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francesca_gray may explode without warningM EXPLOSIVE Username: From Go-Quiz.com (link pinched from SB)

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Gemma left the following comment a little earlier: "Your descriptions of depression are very astute and moving, some of us know those feelings only too well but most of us can't articulate them as you can :o)" Her words came at just the right time. More than anything I want to make a difference, even in a small way. I write in the hope of giving a voice to some one else who cannot find the

2004-07-25T09:25:00.000+01:00

Not too long to go now. But there is still time to help me raise more money for the Depression Alliance. You could: Sponsor me through the Project Blog website or make a pledge by email or here. Buy a Gmail invitation for £10 Post a bid for this beautiful necklance (designed and hand made by moi) either by email or through the comments section of my blog. All pledges/

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Pastel sketch by Francesca

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Depression has many disguises. The ones of absence and paralysis I have already attempted to describe. There is also the face of anger and frustration. The times when merely the sound of conversation drives your to distraction. When you lash out with your tongue at those closest to you. Tension stretches you like an elastic band until you quiver at the slightest thing. Then there are

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Original Photograph (digitally manipulated) by Francesca

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Original artwork by Francesca

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The irony is that you believe every word that is said. You have said the same to yourself and worse a thousand times a day. You have no excuses. No explanation. No more understanding of why than anyone else. Some days the simple task of getting out of bed is too much. You lie there, cocooned in the covers, making mental lists of all you should do that day, must do. Have to do. Beginning

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Depression is a life altering condition. It can turn every day activities into insurmountable obstacles. It can destroy relationships and drive friends and relatives away. At first there is sympathy and support, often given with a flavouring of puzzlement and uncertainty. Helpful advice is offered, a cheerful chivying tone adopted. 'Nothing is ever as bad as it seems.' 'You just have

2004-07-25T06:34:00.000+01:00

I have almost made my target of £50. There is still plenty of time but I can't help thinking that perhaps if I had not fallen asleep I would have done better. So I am pledging £10 myself. That is £5 for each hour that I slept instead of blogging.

Oh the embaressment!

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The shame! How could I? I fell asleep. There I have admitted it. Seriously, though, I am mortified, so embaressed. I fell asleep sitting at the computer and only woke up when I fell off the chair. That hurt. My punishment for letting the Project down. Sighs, luckily I have a new tens unit, which I am now going to use and then I will post properly. Heck! Trust me, cant even stay

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watching over you

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Cuddling up

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The baby of the family, Pru, a smoke Egyptian Mau. Living with Pru is like living with an extremely mischievous toddler. She may look sweet and innocent, but belive me that little girl is trouble on four legs. Whatever you are doing, she wants to be part of. Have you ever tried mopping a floor while a kitten hitches a ride on the mop? She chatters away and loves to put her face close to yours

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See what I mean?

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The eldest of the three by a year or two, this is Merlin, a chocolate Tonkinese. Beautiful isn't he? With his dense velvet fur and gooseberry green eyes. Don't be misled by his apparant elegance and sophistication, Merlin is a tart! This is one cat who is always ready for a cuddle from anyone willing to offer one. He is such a baby, purring and nuzzling and he just has to sleep curled up next

2004-07-25T02:34:00.000+01:00

Meet Harry Potter. Although he is not the eldest of my three cats, he does seem to rther like the 'father' role. Much of the time he can be found watching the other two with a kind of patient tolerance or and expression that says 'do you see what I have to put up with?' He has the sweetest, most gentle nature of any creature I have ever owned and has never been known to scratch anyone, even

#28 (I think)

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Time for some more pics, I think....off to rummage I'm on yahoo messenger francesca_rambling if anyone fancies a chat

Correction...

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TD1 just pointed out that I should have entitled that last post 'Return of the Mummy' but then she is also the person who said we should call our latest cat 'Sally' (we already have one called Harry) just so she could say 'when Harry met Sally'. (This does make sense, honest, I think).

Return of the Mum

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I'm back, wide awake (not) and ready to blog the night away. The new total is £42 plus the 20 that is either dollars or pounds. The latest wonderful person to sponsor me is Lynn of Bacon, Cheese and Oatcakes fame. Thank you so much Lyn ~smiles~ Now do I dare read whatever it is that TD1 wrote? Terrific girl isn't she? Wonder if she knows how much I appreciate her giving me the

Guest Blogging (again)

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Mum is still doing her sleeping beauty impression so its my turn again. Right now I'm doing what I usually do sitting at the computer (obviously) listening to my music. Like most people my age I spend all my money on clothes, nights out and music. My favourite artist is definitely and Irish singer song writer called Damien Rice. I've been a huge fan since my ex boyfriend first got me to

Guest Blogger

2004-07-25T00:35:00.000+01:00

So mum is desperately tryin to recharce her blogging batteries and has asked me to step in. I certainly know what a terrific writer she is and am well aware of the high standard she has set so this is a pretty daunting experience. (Although I would never admit that to her face) Expect an entry littered with spelling mistakes and gramatical errors, but at this time of night I'm sure I can be

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Make a bid by email to francesca.gray@gmail.com and this unique hand made necklance could be yours. I will pay p&p for the winner whether here or overseas.

Update

2004-07-25T00:07:00.000+01:00

Yet another kind and generous friend has sponsered me. Gemma has added £10 to the total which now stands at £33 plus 20. Don't forget that there are two other ways of helping me raise money - First The 2 Gmail invites provided by Morgan : ' #12 First things the first, the message from Morgan should have looked like this: On a first come first serve basis, I offer two of my remaining

Cricket's Corner

2004-07-24T23:38:00.000+01:00

Cricket is another blogger blogging around the clock for charity, in her case Terre Haute Humane Society. With each of her posts there is a photograph of one of the animals living in the and some information about it. Personally I have fallen in love with Silas (posted at 2.02 pm) and Sarah (posted at 10.58 am). A charity well worth supporting. Cricket is also responsible for the 'Before I'm

#21

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For the first time today, although no doubt not the last, I can't think of anything to write. hmmm Any one got any suggestions or questions?

#20

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Some of my posts this evening belong in 'Diet Coke' rather than this blog. However, as my nominated charity is Depression Alliance it was inevitable that I would write about both depression and my experience of it here. It feels almost like breaking a promise. I created the other blog to contain such thoughts and to keep them away from those who did not want to read them. Now here they are

#19

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Brother and Sister "You took me back, once, to see the tall, dreary buildings grown smug in a suddenly fashionable part of London. White paint and window boxes silently disapproved and pointed to the 'private' sign, not wanting to be disturbed by children hand in hand walking out of years ago. The cobbler on the corner was gone. A grumpy man who never spoke and smelled of leather and

#18

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An annoymous sponser has sponsered me to the tune of another 20!!! Although I don't know if that is pounds or dollars, not that it matters one bit. Who ever you are, thank you. If you drop me an email I can thank you personally an also send you details of how to make the donation at the end of Project Blog.

#17

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I may have a guest blogger a little later on. TD1 has almost been persuaded to lend a hand. Which would be nice for me, I could take a nap, lol! Could also be interesting...I wonder what she would say about me?

#16

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Blogging makes you hungry, particularly for chocolate. If I have put on weight after the project its will not be my fault. Just a reminder that I am blogging in aid of Depression Alliance, there is still plenty of time to sponser me either by visiting Project Blog or by emailing me. If you are interested in receiving a Gmail invitation then check out this post or if you would like

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A little Francesca sitting between her Grandmother and her Uncle.

#14

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There is much talk today about teenage and childhood depression. As a society we are far more aware of our young people as people. It was not always that way. I remember the first time I suffered a depressive bout. I had been taken from my grandparents to live once more with my parents and syblings. My youngest sister was about a year old and it was the first time I had ever seen her.

#13

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Number 13, an unlucky number some say. Today I have only good luck. I feel surrounded by friends and well wishers. It doesn't matter that none of us have ever met and probably never will. All that matters is the support I feel from you all. Thank you.

#12

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First things the first, the message from Morgan should have looked like this: On a first come first serve basis, I offer two of my remaining Gmail invitations to Francesca in the following fashion as a form of sponsorship: The next two *new* (i.e., not someone who has already sponsored her; unless they make an additional pledge for the following said amount) sponsors would like a Gmail

Project Blog #11

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If this entry is late blame the cats, Harry Potter has deceided that my keyboard is a good place to sleep and Pru thinks my legs make a perfect scratching post. Merlin simply sits on top of the monitor and observes....hmmmm

PS

2004-07-24T17:41:00.000+01:00

Yes I know I made a bit of a hash of that last entry. I'm flustered!