Hutong at The Shard
I love being in high up places. There’s not much to beat the giddy sense of freedom you get from being at a high vantage point,…
I love being in high up places. There’s not much to beat the giddy sense of freedom you get from being at a high vantage point,…
Oops, I just re-found this blog posting – which I had forgotten to publish – about my recent, brilliantly wheelchair accessible, visit to Ametsa at The…
I made it across to The Barbican for the last weekend of the The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier and imagine my surprise when almost…
I had a great evening at Ham Yard last weekend – what a wonderful oasis of pleasant calm amidst the hustle and bustle of Piccadilly and…
Earlier this week, I read via BBC Ouch: No More Mr Nice Guy: When Disabled People Get Nasty by Laurence Clark and my heart sank. I…
Ooh, D and me went to Fera, Claridges, last weekend for D’s birthday meal and totally fab it was. First off, we went alone because I…
An ongoing part of living with chronic illness, for me, is struggling with a seemingly never-ending dissonance – both psychological and physical. From my reading, I…
It’s been three weeks since my most recent experiences with the daycare clinic at The National Hospital for Neurology and Neuro-surgery and I am still irritated when…