Well it's been a rather rough couple of weeks on the health front (hence the lack of posting).  Sad that I'm becoming rather sentim...

Twenty years ago today Mr Grumpy and I went on our first date. I've known him for more than half my life. It's hard to wrap my h...

Being ill sucks.  It really does.  There's no two ways about it.  There's no sugar coating the joy of having an 80-year-old's bo...

Well I've done it again. Broke out the camera and tried to be coherent for more than one nano second.  Why do I do these things?  Given ...

Alternative title: I Am the Walrus, Koo Koo Achoo. Shoot me now. Really, please do.  Or at least knock me out for a fortnight and wake me ...

It's not often I can say this, but I love my GP (General Practitioner) and her medical centre. I know, me giving a doctor a shout out, ...

This has been a week of highlights in Rustyville.    Here are but a few. Have used Charlie Sheen as my new barometer of crazy, and have d...

To  post, or not to post?  That is the question.  It's hard some days to decide what to write about.  How much of yourself do you share?...

Lordy, it's taken me forever to get around to this post.  It's been on the cards for ages.  Started and stopped, started and stoppe...

This is a re-post of a piece I wrote last year 2010, with updated information for the 2011 campaign.    I've decided to be a bit more s...