Category Archives: life and death


Feel free to move on right along without reading this post dedicated to self pity and misery. To be honest, it’s not really for your benefit so I’m not even going to try and make it upbeat, grammatically correct or well written. It’s just a self indulgent misery fest.

Really it’s more of an aide memoir so I can look back in a year or two and laugh and laugh at the tough times* she said drily*

That’s it. I’m down. After finding it harder and harder to get up after every punch I’ve had thrown at me recently, the universe has finally beaten me. I am now that woman walking along the street with eyes downcast, shoulders slumped, looking like she’s had the spirit beaten out of her.  You know you’ve had enough when you think you’re washing your hair and suddenly realise you’ve been standing in the shower holding your head and crying for the last five minutes.

Regular readers know that Boofuls and I have become professional funeral goers this year. The death roll is now well into double figures and it saddens me that there have been so many deaths this year that I can’t even instantly recall who they all are.

It started with a friend of over forty years, then it was Boofuls’ brother, followed by my cousin, a few friends and acquaintances, our lovely dance teacher of over fifteen years  and the most recent, my brother.  In another few days/weeks Boofuls’ best man at our wedding will lose his wife.

Our gorgeous daughter has had her own issues this year and all we can do is stand by and watch. It has broken my heart.

Seven years, oh yeah, S.E.V.E.N years after this lovely  house we live in went on the market – almost on the day the housing market crashed, it is still not sold.  Drop the price? Oh yeah, we never thought of that. We’ve dropped the price by £165,000, is that enough for you? Now we find ourselves in a position where …..never mind. Suffice to say I have never felt more like we are living on a knife edge.

I truly don’t know why it isn’t selling. It’s in a gorgeous position, it’s well maintained, it’s got land, barns and stables and planning permission for conversion.  Even now when I come home I look at it and think ‘what a lovely place we live in.’

Turning down a buyer for the business after trying so hard to find one wasn’t feasible but who would have thought all this time later we’d still be here and not in Devon?  Retirement was great when I thought it was only for a couple of months. If we don’t sell the house  soon I’ll have to get a job working on a checkout in Netto.

Then to cap it all, Boofuls, me and Douggie set off to Wales for a heel work competition this weekend. We checked into a lovely hotel yesterday, met some friends who were competing as well and had a great time, we were really starting to relax and unwind and I realised I was actually having fun for the first time in, well, ages.

Until….Douggie woke us up to four o’clock this morning to let us know he was going to have  a seizure. He paced the floor, whined, barked, let out an almighty howl and eventually jumped onto the bed. The trouble with having a five stone dog is that if he decided that’s where he’s going to have his seizure, that’s where he’ll have it and there ain’t nothing to be done about it.  So, he had his seizure on the hotel  bed, weeing all over it as he did it.

Then, just as he began to come round from his seizure he went straight into another seizure and then another. I really thought he had gone into status epilepticus and we were going to lose him. It was terrifying.  When he eventually came round he was hyperventilating and very distressed. He needed to be cooled down and calmed down. FAST.

The other hotel guests must have thought there was a major domestic going on as they heard all the scuffling going on in our room.  Douggie also managed to knock everything off the bedside table,  when he fell off the bed, what a commotion.

We spent the next hour and a half walking a whining, barking, distressed dog round a hotel car park in the early hours of the morning  in the pouring rain while Boofuls tried to get hold of a vet.

Curtains twitched, lights went on and voices were heard. Great. We’ve woken the whole hotel.

When the staff arrived for duty around 6.30 a.m. I explained and apologised profusely to the hotel management about the whole sorry incident, obviously paying for the extra night we decided not to stay for and ensuring that they checked the room  before we left so we could pay for anything Douggie may have damaged. Luckily, I’d had the presence of mind to strip the bed after he weed on it so the mattress was ok, that would have been pricey.

Needless to say we didn’t compete. Shame, his rehearsal the day before was brilliant. Damn me for saying to Boofuls, “I hope this isn’t a  case of good dress rehearsal, bad performance”, or as it turned out, no performance.

Instead we have come home.  Douggie has been restless and difficult.  Boofuls and I are both punch drunk, physically and mentally at the end of our tether.

If you believe in karma then Boofuls and I  must have been some proper bad bastards in a previous life. I know life isn’t a bed of roses but come on, this is way beyond a joke now.






It’s fair to say that my flabber has never been so very gasted.

All you lovely people.  Where have you been all my life? This zero to hero challenge is ace. I nearly fell off my chair yesterday when I realised that this little blog had had a month’s worth of hits in one day. Wow! Thanks! This is doing my ego a load of good. If it carries on I’ll have to get the doors widened.

Yesterday was also a memorable day for another reason.

I wish it was a nice one but it isn’t .

A friend of mine and Boofuls dropped dead. Just like that. There one minute and gone the next. No illness, no warning no goodbyes. What his family are gong through at the moment I can’t even imagine.

We are expecting a couple of people to shuffle off their mortal coil very soon but he was most definitely not one of them.

I’ve known this chap since I was fifteen. The shock is indescribable so I won’t even try to describe it.

Sorry, lovelies. That’s not what you tuned in for, is it? I’m trying to be positive, I really am.

On a positive note:

Over the last few weeks there have been a few moments that have made Boofuls and I sit up and take notice. Life is indeed precious and I’d quite like to live before I die.

This year is marking the beginning a some major life changes for us. Some of which we’ve already started to put into action. If we don’t do something we’ll just work till we drop and that’s a rubbish plan. I’d quite like to smell a few roses before popping off . Bloody hell! I’ve just realised. If this was a soap opera script I’d be dead before the month was out. There’s nothing guaranteed to kill a character off quicker than a change for the better in their life.

Over the next few weeks and months I’ll be filling you in on these plans as they materialise. The first change is that we’re keeping work to a sensible level. Tricky to do when, as a photographer, I do all my editing and paper work  from home. It’s far too easy to pop into the office to “just do a bit on that …” whatever it happens to be.

Ha! Did I say paperwork?  I almost managed to keep a straight face when I said that. Paperwork and me don’t really get on.  I’m an artist not a pen pusher (she said as she flicked back her hair and flounced out on her kitten heels).

Anyway, back to the plot. We will no longer be working until 10pm every night and all weekend. Instead Its going to be an early evening cut off and at least every other weekend free. Clients  will have to fit in around my diary and not the other way round. Work smart not hard is my new motto.

There. I’ve said it out loud. That means it’s the law so we have to stick to it.