I’m back


Hello ye readers of this blog! I disappeared for a while there, nothing sinister – I simply neglected to renew my domain and it wasn’t until I got very annoyed at the reminder emails and therefore IGNORED them until they stopped that I decided the host of this blog had learned it’s lesson, and therefore I would renew the domain. So I’m back in all my Naughty Corner glory. Did you miss me?

It’s funny, the blog has been down for a few months now and I thought I’d be back full of stories and tales to tell. But really I have no major tales. If you’re a fan on Facebook then you’ve been getting regular updates: negligent gyno appointment resulting in surgery with a good gyno; dog cuddling teddy bear; Sound of Music memefest; beloved’s daughter’s 21st. The fun never stops. But if you’re not a fan you should be because it’ll give you a smile.

Rightio. My last blog post was regarding David Bowie. That’s still so sad, isn’t it. Such a talent who gave so much. And that’s the thing about creative types, they just give for the sake of creating.

A fair bit has happened, now I think of it.

I got a medal for completing a fun run:


Image by The Naughty Corner

Beloved and I had a trip to Melbourne, to visit the flatmate who is no longer the flatmate and also the Great Ocean Road. We saw this cool little rock village, check it out:


Image by Beloved.

We had a month of amazing live music, including Melissa Etheridge, Violent Femmes, SuperJesus and Hoodoo Gurus. It reminded me how much I love my music and I have been playing heaps more guitar as a result.

And, remember how I told you I was going to the gym in an attempt to get fit and lose some weight?

Well, I got the shock of my life recently. I had been tagged in a photo on Facebook, at a size that was my starting point. I’d been feeling like I wasn’t getting anywhere, and while I wasn’t planning on throwing in the towel I was absolutely over feeling so frustrated. But then that photo! I saw it and almost spat my coffee out. Because I knew my Scout shirt doesn’t fit like that anymore. Here’s the comparison:


Six months of hard work. 

So, you know. Life has been trundling along. The ups, the downs, the in betweens. But the way I am navigating it is changing. I rely on that exercise every day to clear my head, to do something that I have grown to love, to just be a part of the world. And when I see that photo above, I know without a doubt that I have well and truly earned every centimetre of difference. No short cuts. No quick fix. Just hard work. It’s given way to goals and dreams and I’m doing more than I ever thought I would be able to, and I have earned it. Yes there is still a long way to go. But I’m doing it.

And I’m pretty fucking proud of that.

How are things with you?



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