'Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), I shall have no check to my genius from beginning to end.' Jane Austen, Personal Correspondence. Don't you just love her!  The 'humility', read humour.  Never...

'Lesbian Prison Stories'.  Who, in God's name, would begin a post with that?  Me!  It made me laugh; I mean really laugh - out loud!  Makes you feel good, to laugh out loud.  A bit of context, perhaps?  House.  My latest addiction.  Never one to follow the crowd, of...

The last day of May ...  time is fleeting.  Where does it go?  Today was a free day, sadly, rare now.  I know I do write about my life but I also know that there are some who read this merely to learn about my life; some who no longer have access to it.  I prefer to...

Where do I start?  Well, seems I missed March ...  For one who, religiously, writes a diary - and, if missed, will always fill in the blanks - I hang my head in shame.  In truth, it is completely out of character - and I say so myself!  Is it an age thing?  Tired of...

Am I living in a parallel universe?  The events of this week - well, Thursday to be precise - coupled with everything else - I repeat, everything else - have rendered me mute ...  You wish!  Seriously, though, it's simply exhausting (in a Taylor Swift accent); that...

So, it's February 2026.  Is this it?  What would the end of the world look like?  Suffice to say, God is sad; the earth is crying, endlessly!  If rain were tears ...  Every day for weeks.  Relentless.  Unceasing.  Dark.  That's what I can't deal with, the constant...

Hit it!  That's motivational for 'Let's go!'.  Not feeling it.  It's already mid-way through January 2026 and Trish-Trash is still trying to muster an ounce of enthusiasm.  No wonder.   Christmas did nothing to rejuvenate my mood, nor energy.  The seven-foot tree,...

I love Christmas!  Always have.  Always will but I realise that I have my childhood to thank for that; all the happy memories of that hideous silver tree!  The reality of the last few days before the big day ... not good.  However, year upon year, one chooses to...

Do I LOOK as though I have webbed feet?  I mean, come on!  The perpetual darkness is bad enough without being soaked to the bone ...  Whoops!  What do you know, just seen the traffic wardens walking past.  Stoic.  Never let it be said that they don't conquer all...

How the hell did that happen?  Deceember.  It's December!  I was just getting to grips with July, for goodness sake, and, here we are hurtling towards Christmas and 2026.  Mind you, the way things are going, Christmas soon will be in July!  Every year, the commercial...

'Now, before I begin talking, I'd like to say a few words ...' Words attributed to the late Tommy Cooper but, in my mind, they belong to Pop.  Don't ask me why but they just popped into my head as I was about to write this ... Forever, I've hated the thought of public...

Remembrance Sunday. This ain't gonna be no comedy script ... I watched the Festival of Remembrance on television last night - Hannah Waddingham morphing into the late Vera Lynn with aplomb.  It's the old black and white footage, the personal memories of the last...