Old Tales, New Tales, Ease Your Troubled Mind

Would you look at that rain. And nearly June!

I've changed the title of my blog to Tales from the Mum-iverse. On a whim. I never liked the old title anyway. I googled Mum-iverse and no one else has used it, so I will. 

But, hey - it's not all about me. How are YOU? How are we ALL?

The country's gone crazy. The world's gone crazy. Brexit insanity and only 12 years left to avert an ecological tipping point into Climate Crisis. 

I don't know where to begin, with my armchair philosophy. I do all I can. I even went to meet my MP, Patrick Grady of the SNP. He is very personable and reasonable and he said, 'We are doing all we can'. He wrote letters to the council. The council wrote to me and said, 'We are doing all we can.'

But when I walk into my back garden at 8am and smell the exhaust -fume fug of rush-hour diesel and petrol from a busy road, three streets away, I just want it all to happen more quickly. In five or ten years, not 30 years! I really, really want clean air. 

Well, what else? I was honoured to work on Coorie Doon at the Children's Hospital in Glasgow, with parents of babies in the Special Care Unit. BBC Radio Scotland did a report you can listen to at 1 hour 35 minutes into this programme.  I think there will be a short film too. I'll post it when it's ready. 

I'm looking forward to the 'lit' thrill that is Edinburgh Book Festival, this year (Watch this space. Announcement pending. It may involve rabbits and double buggies. Surreal, and cryptic, huh?) 

Meanwhile, if you have any troubles, be sure and confide in Andrea Boto, Mustard Salesman from Dijon. He can help you stand up against your oppressors and ease your troubled mind. Until next time...