The funny

PS. My husband says I need to find the funny. It can’t all be serious. We have to laugh. He’s right. So here’s a silly joke that always makes me laugh. What’s brown and sticky? A stick. What’s brown and sticky and can see through windows? A poo on stilts. Ta-dah.

Noise

I haven’t been able to blog for a while as the noise in my head has been deafening. The noise only goes away when I go to sleep. When I am awake it stops me from thinking straight, from separating sensible ideas from ludicrous ones, from working out which way is up and which is…