I have been delaying writing and taking photos lately. I’ve been making time for a lot of other things but creativity has been buried at the bottom of the pile.

One of the reasons for this has been the arrival of Linister because puppies take a lot of looking after and I’ve been coming second. I’m very good at self-neglect and his arrival has made me more expert at it.

I’m experiencing stress from a situation that should have been over and done with a long time ago but the powers that be don’t always know the way forward and hate being told how to do things by someone who they think is a grey haired old lady. Mate, I outranked you before you were born.

For some reason there’s been a lot of  Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR) situations on television and radio lately. Last year I performed CPR on a neighbour who survived only to die months later of a stroke. I worked for 11 minutes on my Mark. He was dead. The call handler at the control centre counted with me as I worked on him. I was crying, exhausted emotionally and physically and in a big mess by the time the paramedics arrived.

Each time a CPR situation pops up anywhere I am back kneeling on a dirty doormat performing what felt like a pointless act and crying again. The link between us, even after his death, feels permanent. I am locked in to a situation I don’t want to be part of.

So perhaps my creativity will rise a little closer to the top of the pile now I’ve got things off my chest but perhaps they won’t.