Let's start at the very beginning

Welcome, and thanks for visiting.

In 1995 I was an active little whipper-snapper studying at uni, on the precipice of that cliché about the world and oysters.

Then I got sick.

Time passed.

I tried everything. Everything, everything.

To my sincere surprise, I stayed sick. And the oyster, such as I'd known it, eased shut.

So we come to today. It's 2005, I'm in my late 20s. I live in Australia. I'm happily partnered. I like tea, books, design, corrugated iron, trampolines, gardening, politics, creative endeavours big and small, food, music, typography, good conversation, poetry, flora, fauna, and my laptop.

I've always disliked having my photo taken and I'm not too fond of boats, snakes, or variegated foliage.

I have a perplexing chronic illness I'd never heard of at the time of diagnosis. Illness doesn't define my identity or my existence, but it does have a peculiarly drastic impact, in that I have to titrate my every activity according to its whims.

I had a relapse a year or so ago and have been bedridden since. 

I'm not sweet and tragic like Beth from 'Little Women', I'm into living exuberantly. Elderly people often proclaim that they still feel 21, and it's exactly like that, I am my strong vigorous self on the inside.

This blog is little tendrils of a life unfurling in an unexpected way. I hope you'll read it gently.

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
-Lewis Carroll