The trouble started with a visit to the facilities, as Paddington would have called them. I was in hospital having kidney scans when I began to need the loo. Sat on the toilet, my business done, I found I couldn’t get up. I was going to be there, as Captain Oates put it, ‘some time.’ … More Friday didn’t go well . . .
How I found out about having neurological illness. … More Facing our fears
Victim of lock-down hair? My tree identification course is finally bearing fruit. The beginnings weren’t that promising, scrutinising lots of twigs at weekly evening classes one winter, more than ten years ago now, at the local Botanical Gardens. But gazing at the sticks eventually taught me to tell the differences between aspen, wych elm, hazel, … More Finding pleasure in the detail
Helen Fowler Writer 