Blog: An ill wind blowing the way of my beloved town
My breakfast is becoming hard to swallow, my eggs are going down like a pair of bullets, writes blogger Emma Suddaby. And the cause of my indigestion? Windfarms.
My breakfast is becoming hard to swallow, my eggs are going down like a pair of bullets, writes blogger Emma Suddaby. And the cause of my indigestion? Windfarms.
Well it might have seen the hordes of brave, riverside spectators soaked through to the skin, but did last week’s dreary weather stop them waving their flags?
Is there more illness and misfortune about these days, or do we just make more of a song and dance about it when it comes our way?
Aahhh! Spring, spring, glorious spring! Of course there’s always a risk of getting caught out with a cheeky frost yet, such are the wonderful weather foibles of our funny old country.
It takes a special sort of woman to stand beside her man when he has publicly shamed and humiliated her.
I’m hearing much griping about Shropshire’s slow broadband speeds – try living in Powys, where we suffer excruciating broadband speeds and pay through the nose for them too!
We spend a lot of time criticising hospitals and health authorities when they refuse to provide expensive new drugs to patients in desperate need.
I’m not normally one to jump on the benefits bandwagon, deciding who may or may not be ill enough to justifiably accept disability payments.
I’ve got a good one for you this week – insurance. It’s one word guaranteed to make even the most honest and morally upright among us quake in our sensible, flat-heeled shoes writes Emma Suddaby.
One of the things I love about going on holiday, and the reason I always try to visit somewhere new if possible, is getting the chance to see how other people live, writes Shropshire Star blogger Emma Suddaby.
Will wonders never cease? I’m happy to report that my recent absence from your teatime routine had nothing to do with my usual medical quagmire and everything to do with sunning myself under African skies – two weeks in The Gorgeous Gambia and I’m refreshed, full of zest and raring to get ranting!
So here we are, slap bang in the middle of yule, still tucked snugly into the one bit of the year where time doesn’t matter and indulgence is the name of the game writes Emma Suddaby.
Some call it determination, writes blogger Emma Suddaby, some just plain pig-headedness. Some call it a stubborn streak . . . but whatever term you prefer to use, I’ve got it in spades – that’s what living with a degenerative illness does for you, as I’m sure many others can agree.
It’s official– financial experts are finally admitting what we already knew, things are getting worse not better …newsflash…
Well I’ve found a sure-fire way of making money hand over fist in these uncertain times writes Emma Suddaby.
I hate to say I told you so, but it really wasn’t very long ago that I was making predictions on how long it would be before our super-nanny-state started making noises about banning smoking in private cars, and here we are, already.
Shropshire Council has finally got around to looking at blue badge parking, writes blogger Emma Suddaby. I just hope officials are as interested in making changes that improve the mobility of disabled users as they are in making changes that cram more cash into council coffers . . .
This month the Queen handed over keys to the three millionth Motability car in a ceremony at the House of Commons, just as new rules are drawn up in a bid to crack down on fraudulent use of the scheme, writes blogger Emma Suddaby.
Blog: How on earth did anyone ever manage before carrier bags? asks Emma Suddaby.
Blog: Well it was cheering to see everybody at the Hardest Hit debate at Shirehall last week . . . if worrying that so many had cause to attend.
Blog: Watching GMTV this morning with bleary 7am-eyes, I was half listening as Lorraine chewed over the latest survey with her showbiz guests. Apparently Yahoo have been studying our texting, tweeting and e-mailing habits, and the results are depressing if not altogether surprising.
Blog: What a week we’ve had! Wall to wall sunshine rarely seen in our damp and drizzly land, beautiful! I’m not one of life’s sunbathers but at least I can choose to go and fry myself golden brown if I want to.
Blog: Despite the drizzle and general weather despair, I went and flew the flag at the Llanfair Caereinion District Show recently and it reminded me just what’s so brilliant about our local shows – well it wouldn’t be a show without wellies and umbrellas, would it? writes Emma Suddaby