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You Do Get to Choose.

I really should know better by this time. I know that there are some wonderful, well-informed blogs out there, and I also know that there are blogs which, if I dare to read them, depress me for days on end and make me want to buy the first available ticket to anywhere that isn't this community. Last night I was stupid enough to read this article. I am the kind of person who tries to find something positive in a day, however tiny, and never to go to bed on a downer if I can help it. Last night I couldn't help it.

Another Kind of Rock Candy Mountain.

When I was a very little girl, about four or five, I had a record of someone, I think it was John Pertwee, singing a version of Big Rock Candy Mountain. Now this song, for anyone who doesn't know, is an old song written about a hobo who is dreaming of the ideal place for hobos who want to lead the ideal life, free food, lots of booze and cigarettes, no work, lots of sleep and easy travel to wherever they want for no money. So how did that song get on a record for five-year-olds you may ask? I'll tell you. It got sanitized. I do wish I still had it.

It's a Doll, Don't You Know? Why Reborns Work For Me.

Sitting here tonight, with the curly blonde head of my constant companion, my 32 inch reborn toddler doll, nestled into my shoulder, it occurs to me that I'm incredibly lucky in many ways, luckier than some people I've heard about or know. I have a husband who is completely supportive of my hobby, I have wonderful and understanding friends, I have a wider circle of friends, mostly on Facebook, who share my love of these one of a kind, life sized, weighted, baby, toddler and child-sized dolls which are all hand-made works of art.

Today's The Day!

Hi everyone.

Since I posted a personal blog entry earlier in the week, announcing that Team-FM was returning to the air, I've been amazed, not to say touched, at the positive reaction I've received. If you're one of the many people who reached out to me, especially in respect of my thoughts about the decreasing of Twitter clutter, I'd like to sincerely thank you.

News of My New Project!

I know what some people are going to say. "Oh, more blindy radio! This station's been up and down more times than the Dow Jones Index! Yawn yawn yawn!" And that's the polite version. In a kind of way I sympathise with some of the comments and concerns levelled at internet radio stations run by and for people in the blind community. When I tell you that I'm bringing Team-FM back on air, if you're one of the people who's just annoyed by the whole net radio concept, I'd be grateful if you didn't immediately splutter, yawn, press alt F4 and get on with your day. Smile.

What's Happened to Bert

Introduction.

I don't know how many times I've heard it said that nothing and no one's indispensible. This is very true indeed, and sometimes it makes it easy for you to make decisions about things which you don't think are particularly important and you think oh, no one will mind, there's much better stuff out there, it'll soon be all forgotten. And then months, even years go by and you're still being asked when you're going to bring the thing people are missing back. This has, of course, happened to me, which is why I'm writing this.

My Grown-up Christmas Card List

I'd be the first to admit that I'm lousy at Christmas cards, even the perfectly doable ECard variety. I used to love the whole rigmarole and send dozens and dozens, I don't know when or why the magic faded.

Retired Chocolate Bars, Some Old Friends Remembered.

Hi everyone.

I've just been listening to food writer and Chef Nigel Slater reading his book Eating for England to me via Audible while I ate my dinner, as I do most days. It's a lovely book that celebrates the delights and dreadfulnesses, the oddities and the O M Gs of British eating. Best of all it's a book that is wonderful for reading and re-reading, dipping in and out of, always finding something new to learn, to remember or to chortle over, to let your thoughts meander on while you munch on a chicken leg or tuck into a dish of pasta.

Keith Michell - An Imperfect Portrait

If you grew up in the UK around the late seventies or early eighties you'll have heard it. That playfully gung-ho, pseudo-military introduction, then that voice. A round, fruity, beautifully elocuted voice with a slight raspy edge to it. and what did it say? All together now:

"The bravest animals in the land are captain Beaky and his band, that's Timid Toad, Wreckless Rat, Artful Owl and Batty Bat. They march the woodland singing songs that tell how they have righted wrongs!"

Our Constant Narators

I've seen lots of tweets today, mourning the death of a favourite NLS narator, Roy Avers. I've noticed how the Bard community seems to set much more store by their narators than RNIB Talking books do, though we all have our own favourites.

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