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My dyscalculia means I can't even tell left from right, without checking which hand my wedding ring is on!

Not a funny pic today, but a truth. "Battle against a foe of such magnitude, who occupies your very mind....every moment you survive is a triumph against all odds. There is no more honourable combat."

I love this poem by Emily Dickenson. Even though i don't understand it all, It just lightly touches the dark places in us, like a dream we know couldn't be real, but which leaves us feeling vaguely disturbed and uneasy.

For the many with "invisible " neuro-divergencies.

And if you do get up to let them out, they'll probably say "Away you go! Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

It's saying that if you've a problem with someone, you're better to sort it sooner rather than saying nothing, because it will fester and the problem will increase, and become more destructive.

Youngest grandson tells me I should get "nice hair" - he favours bright blue or vivid purple, like his mum. I am very tempted. But I have commitment issues - the thoughts of trying to maintain it are putting me off. I favour the "wash it and leave it dry itself" mode of hairdressing. My hair...

One of my absolute favourites, and a warning to us all. I'm more familiar with this as a beautiful song.

I actually am starting into training again- I told daughter I'm aiming to be fit, strong & healthy enough to be a problem when I'm old!