5 reasons I stopped caring in 2016

I stopped caring about catching that train


If you know me or are privy to my FB page you would have seen my rants. The rants consisted of me verbally abusing the Southern Rail Network . For some reason or another this particular train network didn’t like taking people to work (myself included). As we enter into 2017 I have decided to not care about them. I decided not to waste my usually boring FB posts on the whole sad situation. I concluded that I had far more pressing things to worry about. I would not waste my precious time on a waste of space train network.

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My name is Alison I am a Christian, I have faith and I was told to ‘turn the other cheek’.Over the last few months, I have struggled with turning my perfectly made up and highlighted cheek any other way but straight ahead. I decided that my anger and defiance enabled me to look straight ahead and lock my situation straight in the eye.

I realised that this went against everything I had been told or even believed but I am angry, wronged, and full of rage. Maybe you are reading this and wondering, maybe you are not. All I can tell you is that I am angry, I am human and I will deal with it.

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BIRTHDAY GREETINGS…..A Year older…wiser?


Hello!!! well as you can see it is that time again, and I am celebrating another year of life.  I asked a few friends if they could tell me where the time had gone because I sure as hell didn’t know where it had disappeared to.  Just as I thought, they were unable to tell me and I was left to collect my thoughts, whilst rocking by myself in a corner (I’m joking about the rocking part but you get my drift) .  I spent most of the evening prior to my birthday listening to music enabling me to reminisce my school years transporting me to a time when music was at its best, it was a nice evening and I guess it left me warm and fuzzy inside.   Continue reading “BIRTHDAY GREETINGS…..A Year older…wiser?”



The Gladiator walks into the arena amidst the baying crowds. The crowd is whipped into a frenzy, screaming, spitting, gums bearing, whilst obscenities litter the air. After what seemed like an hour, the commotion subsides, the Gladiator although standing tall, has a slight wilt to his frame. He is defiant, yet already somehow he is wounded, maybe a stray stone, maybe just by the constant verbal assault from the crowd.

After a short while, there is silence, clouds pass over the sun and the slight breeze has become stronger to almost gale force then all is still. The trap door containing the Lion opens and it strides out with purpose. Sweat dripping from the Gladiators brow drips into his eyes blinding him temporarily; it’s at this moment the Lion pounces. One strike and the Gladiator is mauled, he falls to the ground and the Lion stands triumphant. It is all over very quickly, just as it begun.

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On occasion I find myself taking a stroll across Vauxhall Bridge to visit the Tate Britain.   I like art,  I am not a critique or anything like that…..  I just enjoy looking at paintings from a time gone by. The Tate Britain is a favourite gallery of mine. Last Summer I spent many of my lunch breaks surrounding myself with all it had to offer.

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I want to be a….

I want to be a tree

Do you remember that advert circa 1990’s?  It was the advert where numerous characters talked about their aspirations, using the simple sentence ‘I want to be…’ One of the individuals proclaimed  ‘I want to be a treeeeee’! .  I remember as a teenager we would all say that line in class which would result in us erupting into laughter.  As funny as it was at the time; was wanting to become a tree really that farfetched? I mean what was exactly wrong with the guys aspirations? We all have to be something right?.

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Its been a minute

Happy New Year 2016 replace 2015 concept on the sea beach
Happy New Year!

Hello all, wow it has been a minute, nearly a year in fact. I did promise to write more in 2015, and that failed dismally. I guess life got in the way, as well as 2015 being a huge distraction. It has been an interesting year not only for myself, but for friends and family. Personal changes have occurred in many peoples lives, some for the good, and some for the not so good, nonetheless the process of change has made us all stronger and more determined.

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I heart Exercise…not


Hi my name is Alison, and I love food, this is somewhat of a problem because I like clothes too. For health, fitness, and being able to fit into my skinny jeans, I decided to make some changes.

In order for these changes to take place, I decided to embark on a new health and fitness regime for 2015. I do try to be an honest citizen, so it is with a heavy heart I must admit I HATE it. After having a small elephant live in me for 9 (nearly 10) months, this little elephant stretched parts that didn’t need to be stretched. My once small stomach stretched beyond recognition, and I am now a caricature of my former self. I am not bitter about it, however my stomach most definitely is.

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A letter to my 16 year old Self


Dear Alison,

Well how do I start this,  I guess you may be surprised that I am writing you a letter.  I just wanted to write a little note to you, maybe some encouragement?  I guess I just wanted to help.

I cannot stop you from making your life decisions, they will make you the woman you become some 21 years later,  I just want to encourage.  I think it maybe somewhat awkward talking to you like this, I mean you don’t even know me but in a weird way you do.  I have been wanting to do this for a while, but time,  being busy, looking after a child, and keeping a home, yeah you read that right, you can now take your mouth off the floor.

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Mama Bear


I have always been fiercely protective of my son, it goes without saying really, he is part of my being, therefore I will protect him.  Call me ‘The Lioness’, ‘Mama bear’, or ‘Mum’ I am a warrior for him..ok I have finished the gladiator rhetoric let me explain. Continue reading “Mama Bear”