UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Life

  • Cheaper Than Therapy…

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    Why do I blog? Good question. Some mornings I wonder that myself. I mean, it’s not like the internet is short on words, is it? Whole forests have been sacrificed to the ramblings of people who think the world is waiting breathlessly for their next pearl of wisdom. And yet… here I am, still typing.…

  • Beyond the Veil with Granny Frass…

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    An Interview with Granny Frass (From Beyond the Veil)… Who is Granny Frass? For those of you new around here, Granny Frass is my maternal grandmother, or at least the character she’s become on this blog. In life, she was the backbone of our family: tough as old boots, sharp-tongued, but full of heart. She…

  • Inflation, Puppets, and the Great Reset…

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    I’m sitting here tired after a long day in the charity shop, and one thing I can’t ignore anymore is how many people are turning to second-hand. Not because it’s quirky or trendy, but because they have no choice. Families, pensioners, and students are all looking for ways to make ends meet. Why pay silly…

  • Before Tea, Don’t Ask…

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    Well, WP… really? You’re asking me how I feel this early? That’s cheeky. None of your business, honestly. It’s far too early in the morning for poking and prodding about my “feelings.” At this hour, I’m still negotiating with Heff over who owns the sunny patch on the floor, and I haven’t even decided what…

  • My Last Google Search: Not Your Average Recipe…

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    All Is a Lie: My Last Google Search We’ve all got strange search histories, don’t we? Some people type in things like “banana bread recipe” or “nearest petrol station.” Sensible, practical, boring. Me? Not a chance. My search history reads more like a conspiracy theorist’s shopping list crossed with a midnight philosopher’s notebook. So, when…

  • Before Netflix, There Were Nettles…

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    Well, not that many really. We only had one TV in the house, and that meant it was usually whatever my dad wanted to watch. End of discussion. Remote controls weren’t even a thing back then, so if you wanted to change the channel, you had to physically get up and twist a dial. Hard…

  • Hugging a Stone Post: The Family I Loved but Never Belonged To…

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    Favored, Abandoned, or Just Misunderstood? Yesterday, while chatting with Phil over on For Singles and Couples, one sentence stuck with me: “Were you favored, even though you apparently ‘abandoned’ everyone to go to the States?” It made me pause. In some ways, I was both. I was Granny Frass’s favorite, and Aunty Fan’s too. They…

  • The City I’d Never Build…

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    Sorry guys, I am on a rant this morning! Definitely got out of bed on the wrong side! 😂 The city of the future? Ha! I wouldn’t design one at all. Why are people living in cities anyway? It’s not natural, it’s by design. A control system, plain and simple. And don’t get me started…

  • Mae, Medb, and Me.. Granny Frass comes through…

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    Granny Frass on the Name Mae… Well now, Mae… isn’t it gas how you think your name is just a neat little variation, like a shorter skirt on the same old dress? Don’t fool yourself. That name is stitched together with more thread than you know. Molly was mine, Mary after me, and Mae is…

  • Mae by Name, Frass by Spirit…

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    Well, that’s a question with more layers than a trifle! I was named after my Granny Frass, go figure! For those who don’t read my blog, she was my maternal grandmother, a pure salt-of-the-earth legend who now resides beyond the veil. And let me tell you, “beyond the veil” doesn’t mean she’s quiet. Not for…