I honestly don’t understand why I pay for this website, when I write posts about four times I year. Occasionally, I get a big boost of creativity and confidence in my ability to run a website, and that last happened in August, just after my birthday. I had a lovely post written about why I hadn’t blogged in so long – with a huge build up to the fact that me and Matt had bought a house, and we were busy in-between shows making it into our first proper home. I planned to post it at the start of September – and with that I wanted to start blogging properly again now I had the time and was free of the stress.
Instead, I’m stepping back into blogging with a little story about how I went to town to see my brother and ended up in hospital. Strap in, it’s very long, it’s very dramatic. It’s also quite descriptive, so if you’re not a fan of hospitals, needles or medical things, I’d skip this post. Just a friendly heads up. I’d still like to share some posts about my new house, even though they are now 3 months out of date, but for now it’s the hospital storytime.
Gosh, it’s been a hectic start to the month so far! Lots of things have been up in the air, time has been quite scare and I’ve been so tired I’ve really neglected everything but work. I’ve got a pile of draft posts that are almost ready to upload – some just need an introduction, some need fancy pictures taking and some just need finishing in general. I was really pleased when Maroon tagged me in The Liebster Award – tags like this are excellent for giving you that little jump-start you need! Continue reading
One of my biggest fears in going to the doctor’s surgery. I’m not scared of doctors, I’m not scared of dentists, I’m not scared of hospitals, but I am scared of wasting their time. I’m scared they’ll say it’s all in my head, or there isn’t a problem, or I didn’t need to come and see them. Most of the time, I’ll stay away unless I’m really struggling – and my headaches have gotten to that point. Last year, my headaches were crippling, but they seemed to tone down after I got new glasses. I thought it was all sorted but, in February, they started coming back with a vengeance. Not being able to walk up a hill in Edinburgh due to a pounding headache was the final straw. I bit the bullet, and I made an appointment.
That’s a big deal for me!
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone is now 20 years old. For 80% of my life Harry Potter has been there for me when I was bored, lonely or sad. Harry was there to remind to be brave, Ron was there to remind to be a better, kinder, more supportive friend despite having my own problems and Hermione was there to make me be the best student I could be. I realise it sounds dramatic, but Harry Potter really changed my life, and it continues to do so even now.
To celebrate the 20th anniversary, I really wanted to write a Harry Potter blog, but I knew that if I was left to my own devices, I’d ramble more than I’d ever rambled before so I decided to look online for a Harry Potter tag and I immediately found one by FandomsOnTheRun that I wanted to try. Any excuse to talk about Potter! Continue reading