Thursday, 15 July 2021

Saga Puppywulff gets territorial

Most of the time Saga is a dream to take out. She curls up on a chair or her blanket or my lap and just snoozes. So you do get a little complacent. Same when we’re off for a stroll.  Mostly Saga isn’t interested in other dogs. She just wants to find a really good stick and maybe catch a squirrel  or two. 


I had popped into a well known tax avoiding coffee chain, purchased my Italian sized, non coffee, non fat milky drink and settled down in a chair. Saga was snuggled on my lap and we were very relaxed. 

Out of the blue I felt her body tense. She was straining on the lead and growling loudly. In her eye line was a large squat pug. Who was just standing and staring. Like pugs do. I like to think the conversation went a little something like this

Saga: You there! Yes you! You! Doggy! Go Away! Don't you come near my mummy! I don't think I like you! No, I don’t like you. I don't like you at all

Me: Shush <holds mouth>

Pug: _____

Saga: Yeah? Yeah? Come over here and say that! Well don't cos I don't want you near my mummy. She's my mummy you hear? In your face you... you... dog! Go away! <Note: This should be stronger but I am loathe to make my baby a potty mouth>

Me: Saga, he’s not doing anything just ignore him

Pug: _____

People at next table: Aw bless. Look at that dog. They are really cross. That's so funny <giggle>

Saga: You bet I’m cross. I hate you I hate you I hate you

<Pug and owner leave>

Saga: That’s right you’d better go. I can still smell you you little rat fink

Me: For gods sake Saga, he’s gone

Saga: Yeah well <grumble grumble>

Sunday, 21 February 2021

It doesn’t stop being magic just because you know how it works

If you were to ask, I’d tell you my favourite season is Autumn. The smells, the colours, the weather. I love it all. But every year I get the warm feelings for spring. And particularly the signs of early spring.

The beast and I went to the park today. We hadn’t been for a couple of days because of the storms but wow! What a difference.
Instead of a barren landscape, the grass was littered with the delicate bells of snowdrops and the colourful almost paint like stripes of crocuses. The lovely people of the council come by each autumn and bulb us up with glades of flowers and it looks magical. Like the Disney fairies have come and sprinkled their fairy dust all over the park....
Yeah ok I know. It’s not fairies. It’s something far more mysterious. Nature. But when you see it, it’s magic. And it doesn’t stop being magic just because you know how it works.








Friday, 22 January 2021

Somebody’s watching me

I changed my internet provider the other day. Stay with me, we’ll get there I promise. As part of the nefarious deal with the mystical connector of knowledge, I was to receive a gift card good for use in many online retailers. Très exciting, no?
Except it didn’t arrive. I waited, sort of patiently but nada. I rummage through the help files and see that it suggests trolling the junk mail. And that where i see them.

There are several emails. Addressed to me. But they all have the same gist. Bad person hacker has my password. Mx [That’s the gender neutral title doncherknow. Not entirely certain of the pronunciation. ‘Mix’? ‘Mux’?] Hacker shows me said password to indicate veracity. This is followed by a Black Mirror style declaration that they have videos of me watching porn. But they don’t say that out loud. It is inferred, using the fabulous phrase “if you know what I mean”. Mx Hacker wants hard Bitcoin before they send the video to ten of my contacts. Just ten, presumably so they can come back and try again.

Now obviously this is a scam. But it did get me thinking about Black Mirror, Social Media and Vaccinations. Hear me out. It’s all connected 

There are people losing their knickers about the new COVID vaccination. They believe that someone, Bill Gates or The Faceless Government or similar plans to add a teeny tiny chip to monitor you and your movements. I have bad news for people. This already exists. And you chose to bring it into your home and you probably take it everywhere you go. Your phone/tablet/Alexa type thing. We’ve all experienced that phenomenon, where we say to our flatmate “did you see that navy evening bag on sale in John Lewis?” And the next day Facebook, Instagram and Twitter are all full of adverts for navy evening bags from China. Trust me, someone knows where you are and what you’re doing all the time!
In my head I see Alexa, Siri and Cortana out having a few drinks and swapping info when the lads come in, Facebook crowing about its latest acquisition, Twitter throwing side eye at everyone and Snapchat being silly and sticking their tongue out at anyone who looks in ther direction.  
But, make no mistake, these guys are sharing every scrap they’ve ever heard, every click you’ve logged, everything. If you did a quiz on FB to find out how many babies you’ll have, you can bet Instagram will be showing you cot and layout accounts the next day. 
Does it matter? Well that depends on your point of view. I have accepted it as the natural order of things and that’s also why I always say please and thank you to Alexa. Come the takeover when we’re all put to work in the triremes, then I’d rather be on the top deck, in the open air rather than the bottom where you’re.... not. 
Similarly the outcry that turns up every so often insisting that Facebook or Instagram or whoever is changing its rules so it can pilfer your snaps unless you post a very specific message on your wall,  has led me to craft this...:
In response to new Facebook guidelines, I hereby declare that I have no idea what's mine and what's not. I have resigned myself to the probable fact that Mark Zuckerberg and his cronies can basically do whatever they want with my identity, my photos and my life, should they so wish. I don't know how this works. I've never read the terms and conditions to anything to which I've agreed. I could have agreed to give Mr Zuckerberg my first born son and not know it. Although he will be waiting a long time.
Yes, I'm sure I should be more aware and better informed, but frankly I don't think my life is interesting enough to be of any value to someone who makes more money in an hour than I do in a year. 
So you know what. Knock yourself out Facebook. And if pictures of my dog float your boat, then I for one won't argue.
And so, what’s the point of all this? Well I guess, my advice is be nice to your AI, don’t get too excitable by mass postings threatening take overs from reclusive millionaires and if you get an email alleging to be an email from me, probably best you don’t watch it, yeah?

Friday, 27 November 2020

Lillekat’s Lockdown List

It’s been a heck of a year hasn’t it? I remember that fateful day in March when we were planning a “system test” of working from home and suddenly we were all in lockdown and there wasn’t anyone in the park. Queuing for the supermarket, no loo roll, learning the intricacies of Teams and the way Zoom cut out after 45 minutes. Ahh halcyon days.
After a while I began to try and adopt some better habits which I think have kept me <mostly> sane throughout this time, and in case this might prove handy to you, I’ve decided to share. Think of it as my gift to you ;)

Here we go with Lillekat’s Lockdown List
  • Finding mindfulness works for me, I’ve been trying to incorporate it into my day. For something that literally takes 10 mins, it’s amazing how hard it can be to “find time” to do it. But I try. If you fancy giving it a go, I use the Calm app which works for me. 
  • I get dressed every day. And pop on the old make up and do my hair. Casual dress, but I can go out at the drop of a hat. Oh and I wear a bra. Every day. 
  • This is the big one. Get outside. The beast and I go for a walk every day. In the summer months it was a happy stroll, at least twice a day, but as she refuses to go out after dark, we have a definite walk in the morning and I try to get out at lunch time too. 
  • I try and get up the same time every day. Don’t always manage it as I’m naturally lazy and the meds make me sleepy but having a routine is important to keeping your cool
  • Thinking of routine, I shower every morning. It wakes me up and as I often find one of the first things to go in depression is personal hygiene, it’s a good check on my mood.
  • I work from home. I’m lucky to have a study, but having a specific area you go to to work is important. Staying in bed or snuggled on the sofa doesn’t give enough delineation between work and fun.
  • Stay in touch. Even I, an anti social so and so, have zoom calls, phone calls, text chums and keep attached with social media. Otherwise you end up have philosophical debates with your dog #nojudgement

i think I was made for lockdown- it suits me and my temperament. You might not be so lucky. Do what you need to do to stay sane and if my little lockdown list helps at all, then that is a bonus.

Stay safe everyone.


Sunday, 11 October 2020

World Mental Health Day 2020

It kinda feels like we should have had several mental health days this year, 2020 being the dark year of doom! This year we need to band together and look after each other more so than ever before.

My employer takes the mental health of its workers very seriously and we had a terrific afternoon conference with speakers both from our own and from external. And yours truly was one of said speakers. The theme was Mental Health and Lockdown. And this is what I said. Please forgive spelling and grammar as I’m sure you will.


I was diagnosed in my teens with bipolar disorder or manic depression as it was called then. It wasn’t a surprise. I’d had periods of hyperactivity and low mood and I was genetically inclined towards getting it. I was in fact third generation, my aunt and grandmother also being bipolar
However, it wasn’t until 2007 that I began to be medicated. Prior to that I had been prescribed anti-depressants for the dips but my highs were hypomanic rather than full on mania meaningthat while I was super buzzed, I was able to channel it into my work. My partner called it “getting lost in the matrix” I was working on my masters at the time and would often spend days programming and then not have a clue how I’d managed to achieve the results. Poor decision making is a textbook symptom, either because you assume you’re invincible or you just don’t care about consequences. So there are often apologies following a high episode, and attempts to reconnect after withdrawing dice to a low. This started to scare me a bit as I began to feel excluded from my friends. Cue the famous phone call “are you coming to the pub or are you being boring?”
 
As these things do, my episodes got worse. I would have irrational ideas about adventures; buying a house in and moving to Bulgaria, starting a business, buying several houses in the UK. Then, in 2007 I crashed big time. My partner came with me to the doctor and encouraged me to tell him everything. The highs and the lows as well as my family history. The result was a mood stabiliser combined with an antidepressant.
It took a few goes around the medication merry go round to find the cocktail that worked for me but, since then I have taken the same combination with a few small changes in quantity over the years.
At that time, I decided that children weren’t going to be on the cards. I was terrified of being a manic parent or saying to my child “mummy can’t play with you today”. Having heard what my mother and aunt went through with my grandmother, I knew it wouldn’t be fair. I am a fabulous aunt though.
There are side effects and currently I have the odd hand tremor, I get tired more easily, I have put on weight and I have fabulous acne that I missed out on completely as a teenager. I am also an utter lightweight when it comes to drinking alcohol, so much so that I have practically given it up as a bad job!
I have pondered changing the meds, but these ones work and I would need several months to experiment and get used to new ones. Right now I don’t think it’s worth it.
 
Because I get so tired, I’ve had to learn what I need in my life in order to remain balanced.
I know in myself when my moods or behaviours are becoming unstable and I usually react by removing myself from the situation and taking a break. In the past I was ashamed - uncomfortable about what I needed, preferring instead to have “a cold”, “24 hour bug” “stomach problems” etc.
I was brought up to “get over it” – My father’s response to me being given anti-depressants was “Can’t you just pull yourself together”? Which I think is a common reaction to mental health problems. But as someone who was unable to get up washed and dressed for three months I can tell you that every single person with a mental health condition wishes it was that easy. 
We don’t want to be singled out for being “crazy” or “sickly”.
About 7-8 years ago I began to do a lot more reading around Bipolar and of course Stephen Fry was also becoming very vocal at that time. I started to feel more comfortable in myself and I realised I was doing myself a disservice and so I came “out” and I began to be open and honest about my condition. It is part of me, like some of you are asthmatic or diabetic.
And there are positive sides as well as the more well-known negatives. Creativity, empathy and a passion for process and plans are often more prevalent in people with Bipolar Disorder and who can argue that they are bad things?
 
I am lucky to have supportive managers who make it easy for me to take a break when necessary, to reboot and reset myself. I’m able to say “I need a break” and no one bats an eye! When I told them I was doing his call, my line manager said “Well done – you are brave” and my senior manager sent me an email saying “thanks for being comfortable to share your story” Their support means the world so thank you both.
 
I am now open about my mental health to friends, family and my work colleagues. I use social media to discuss mental health in general and my condition in particular, I have a blog where I share my experiences and pondering and I’m an active member of a local mental health group. 
By wearing my condition on my sleeve, I can support other colleagues including those not in my immediate team. A colleague who had had a less than supportive response from their line manager, was able to talk to me freely and hopefully I’ve been able to make them feel less alone, whilst maybe even helping to educate the line manager.
 
Lockdown brought its own set of concerns. When under stress, I can misread situations and not respond in what’s considered an acceptable manner. I might not have the usual filters when communicating with someone or I may not pick up on nuance. One of the first things to go is my filter followed by the arrival of paranoia. A terrific combination for anyone trying to be professional. My team know this about me so are able to send me messages to help me bring myself back on track.
 
This can of course be exacerbated by meetings taking place over Teams! I am a routine led person, someone who is a BIG fan of process and plans and I don’t react well to change. And I do not like surprises. In fact my sm walked over to me when I was concentrating just to say hi in the good old days when I was in the office. My scream could be heard across the building. 
 
Throughout Lockdown we have made every effort to have a Teams call at least once a day to give everyone the opportunity to talk if they wanted to. We also do a daily temperature check (not for Covid!) so that the team can assess their mood with a score of between 1 and 10. It’s been a way of us bonding together over a lower score or celebrating a high score. Knowing the team were all looking out for each other we were able to make it work using teams and email as well as having a “non work” what’sapp group – A place to let off steam safely.
Talking with my team about my condition and associated issues gave them the courage to share their own anxieties or struggles and it’s made us stronger as a team. By having an open conversation, we have learned things about each other that make us better able to understand each-other and have improved our working relationship. For me, it’s meant that they are able to nudge me if they notice a change or unusual behaviour from me, meaning I have a true support network at work as well as at home.
 
I wanted to join this call as promoting mental health is so important to me and I hope that sessions like this will spark communication and encourage people to feel like they can talk about mental health and ask questions. I am always happy to answer any questions or discuss any concerns you might have. It’s only by sharing, like we are doing today, that we can overcome the stigma of mental health

Friday, 18 September 2020

Feeling fat

“Move it fatty”
The call of the driver as he whizzes past me whilst I cross the road. A flippant comment for him that I’m sure he hasn’t thought about since. But it’s all I’ve been thinking about for the rest of my day. Despite knowing he’s an ass and not worth my concern, my anxiety and inner child alas, refuse to take my advice. And so we find ourselves here. Pondering my feelings and sharing them with you.

I have always had a strange relationship with my weight. As a teenager I was slim. Really slim. I know I was slim because my parents told me so many many times. And I wanted to stay slim. A set of scales in my bedroom let me run the check every day. Under 8 stone = good. Over and no food for me for that day. Later on I resorted to amphetamines to keep my figure at that slimmer level.

It took many years before I got free of both the addiction and the dealer. The downside was an ever increasing lillekat.

Diets followed. Weightwatchers - Check. Slimming World - Check. Keto - check. My fitness pal - Check. Some worked for a while. Some not so much. And yet here I am, still curvier than I’d like and obviously not comfortable with it.

So what is the answer? Well, have you thought about eating less and exercising more? Ha ha I never thought of that. A couple of my conditions don’t help. Don’t get me wrong, the biscuits and the chocolate are the biggest culprits but an under active thyroid and a regular lithium intake don’t make it any easier. Maybe I should just come to terms with it. Anyone know how I do that?

And to the aforementioned driver? I hope that when you sleep a spider makes his way into your mouth. And you wake up.

Sunday, 3 May 2020

What’s it worth

I’ve always wanted to be a Patron of the Arts. Like the wealthy Athenians of the early CE centuries, sponsoring playwrights, philosophers or poets, and revelling in their success. I would look enviously at engraved seats in a London theatre or floor tiles at the Royal Exchange. I might not be able to act, sing, paint or anything, but I can appreciate talent and I like to be surrounded by it.

I have never understood the idea that art is not worth paying for. Those directors/ producers offering roles for “exposure” or someone complaining about original artwork price. We see them everywhere. People wanting something bespoke and handmade for the price of a mass produced piece of plastic.

When I am consulting I have a daily rate. It’s what I think I’m worth. And, it turns out what other people are prepared to pay for me. They are paying for my time, my brains and experience and my ginormous skills with a spreadsheet. Now I have a permanent role, this is what my salary is for (plus my superb team management ;)).

That’s in the corporate world, and it translates across into the creative sphere. You are paying for someone’s talent and skill, time, materials, equipment etc. Add to that, it is bespoke, individual and maybe even a one off. So you have to take all that into account.
I keep reading about people who have been asked to knock their prices down for a piece of original work and I see it amongst my more talented chums all the time:

I follow a remarkable embroiderer on Twitter who has said he won’t take commissions any more as people always complain about the price. I’ve looked at his etsy shop. In my view, he under charges. You can check it out here and see what you think https://etsy.me/2YpXGIz

I recently had a worried email from a crafty chum about her cotton masks. She had had someone comment on the value for money and was just checking in. Now I’ve got three. Because they are so cute. And practical. See here https://etsy.me/2YsAAku

I have been able to satiate my longing via some online apps. Patreon.com let’s you give a small monthly payment to an artist or performer to help them create their art. So whilst I cannot afford to sponsor an artist, i am part of a collective who together support artists so that they are able to create and share their talent. Neat huh? 

I also helped publish a book on unbound.co.uk .If you read Evil Machines by Terry Jones, you may notice in the back a list of people who helped make it happen and yours truly is there, in print and everything.

I’m also an avid Kickstarter. Kickstarter allows inventors, producers, creators to get the funding for their project from many people. So rather than a loan of say, £100,000, the producer will offer levels of “treats” for investment. 

Take a movie. You can invest £100 and get your name at the end of the film, or £50 and get a digital copy of the film. The key thing here is that you are investing and therefore it’s a risk. It is not ordering or buying. I am saying (along with maybe 10,000 other people) “I think this is a good idea. Here is my stake to help you try and make it happen”. But I’m not risking £100,000, just £50 or a tenner or whatever.

Sometimes it works out and sometime it doesn’t. Thems the breaks. <shrugs>

And so I ask you to support your local creators and artists. Value their work, like you value your own. 
To creatives feeling silly about asking for money for their work, I beg you to watch Amanda Palmer’s Ted Talk “The Art of Asking.” Let people pay you for your work.


On a final note, I’ve got my own tile at Withington Baths and it’s just as fabulous as I’d hoped!