I know that the umbrella I clutch in my hands, my only defence against the steady drizzle that falls gently from the dark sky, will be worthless if the storm materialises and Zeus himself unleashes his fury.
Category: Mould illness / CIRS
It’s a funny thing, if you had told me a year ago that I would be writing and publishing my memoirs for all and sundry to read on the internet I would have likely scoffed. Don’t get me wrong, I had thought about writing a blog long before I actually got round to doing it. It
I should advise you, dear reader, that this post is mostly informative. As I started typing I worried about how I might be able to make this an interesting, entertaining post. I mean, it’s not the Truman Show-esqe glimpse into my being, like some of my other recent pieces. Then I slapped myself across the