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Stan was sweeping the garden path.He had a stiff broom with a small head that was useful for cleaning the edges of the steps.Emile, his beautiful cat was sitting in the old apple tree gazing down on Stan.
“Is it time for coffee yet,”Stan asked himself.He had forgotten to put on his watch.
Suddenly he heard a shriek.He peered through a hole in the fence.His neighbor Annie was lying on her back in some mud.
“Hang on,I’ll come round!” he called.
There was a gate in the old fence which was rarely locked
since Annie loved to drop in on Stan.
“Oh,Annie,how are you feeling?” he asked her anxiously.
“Bloody annoyed.I’ve only just bought these,”Not your daughter’s jeans” and now I’ve torn them,” she replied politely.
“But you don’t have a daughter!” he informed her loudly.
“I know that.It’s just they are better cut for the mature figure.”
“Your figure is not mature.You are quite slender.my dear,” he murmured lovingly.
“Well,I never feel happy with it!” she said mutinously.
“Whereas I am very happy feeling it,” he responded romantically.
Tears came into her green eyes lined with purple eye shadow.Alas,it was not waterproof and purple rivulets ran down her cheeks across the peach blusher with which she had valiantly decorated herself earlier.
“Can you get up?” he asked tenderly.
“Yes, but it would be nice if you picked me up.”
He leaned over her and licked the purple streams of tears off her cheeks.
“I hope it’s not poisonous,” she murmured.
Then with the aid of Emile,he lifted her to her feet and helped her into her large trendy kitchen.
The kettle switched itself on as they entered and a robotic voice asked if they’d like coffee.
“God in heaven,what the hell is that?” he cried confusedly.
“It’s my new computerized hot drink maker.After that fall I think a double espresso would be good.”
Emile ran in and asked for coffee too.
“Emile,you usually have milk,”Stan reminded him softly.
“Well,coffee is a new taste for me but I like a little.”
the cat whispered sweetly.
“I’ll give you some of mine in a saucer,” Stan replied.
Emile began to sob.
“Why Emile,whatever is wrong?”
“I want a cup and saucer just like you” the cat howled.
But you have no hands,Emile,” Stan reminded him.
The poor cat was crying loudly now.So Stan rang 999.
“Can you please send the emergency ambulance round.the cat’s crying and all his hankies are in the wash.”#
Soon Dave,the transvestite paramedic appeared.
“I love your light teal kitchen,” he informed Annie,
“And your eyes look like two deep pools in a coal mine.”
She slapped his cheek naughtily.
“Have a look at Emile” she ordered him sweetly.
He turned to the cat who was sitting on the dark pine table.
“Here,Emile,I got you some Kleenex for Cats in Sainsbury’s.” he said gaily.
“I want a real hanky,”cried Emile.Dave took a clean hanky from his own pocket and dried the cats tears.
“What made you cry.Are you feeling bad.”
“Yes,I want to go to Cafe Nero,” Emile mioawed.
“Who told you about that?”
“Another cat down the road has been and he said it’s lovely for people watching.”
“The town is not safe for cats like you,Emile.”
Dave urbanely replied,
“But when summer come I’ll take you to the out of town
Marks and Spencer’s.They have a cat’s coffee corner upstairs.”
“Wow,isn’t it amazing,”Stan wondered out loud.
So Dave poured out the coffee and they all sat down and
discussed Ray Monk’s Life of Wittgenstein.
Ray has discovered that Wittgenstein liked cats but as he moved around quite a bit,he never owned his own cat
though Elizabeth Anscombe let him play with her three cats now and then.
We may all be different but most of us value the love of a good cat.Even boiling their hankies and ironing them is very nice.We all have this problem though.
Where can a cat carry his own hanky?
Do cats need shoulder bags?
What would Wittgenstei
Month: August 2025
With friends like these …

Neuroscientists have shown that our brain does not reveal to us the world as it is, but rather as possible interpretations of what is going on around us, drawn from our past experience. Since no two people ever have exactly the same experience, no two people ever see anything in exactly the same way.
Where is the light?
Where is that light which once consoled me?
That held me and brought love into my heart
Why am I in this darkness without you?
And from all human contact feel apart?
Now I’m old, I’m crippled and ignored.
Ignored by Man but also split from God
Where can I find my comfort in this life?
Shall I give up and wait for death instead?
Where can I find my peace from all this strife?
In despair I lie all day in bed
We cannot force the holy and the good
But wait in silence and in taut despair
How to make such darkness home to light?
Confused and lost, where is my love tonight?
I am a gleaming aubergine
I am a gleaming aubergine
in an oval dish
My purple skin is polished
Like BBC English.
I await my fate for I am ripe
My seeds fulfil my wish
Soon,soon the knife will cut me up
As corn in fields is threshed.
I’d rather lie in Egypt’s soil
By birds and insects bit
But here I am in England
Where irony is wit.
After cutting comes the salt
As in a bowl I sit
For I am moist like lady’s parts
As poets have much writ.
Moussaka is my destiny
And as you bite and chew
I shall be what Jesus was
And give my grace to you
I am fried in olive oil
To give me flavour ripe.
Dried in cloth and placed in pot
Atop the meat I ride.
My colour brings all eyes to me
As I lie in a heap.
Some like carrot heads so bright
Royal purple is my state.
So better than a lamb I am
For a sacrifice.
I am proud and gleam like gold
As Caesar-like I’m knifed.
My seeds through sewers deep shall pass
And somewhere come to grief.
I shall grow again and be
Portrayed by a leaf.
People don’t understand irony and exaggeration
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Literature and lies and other strange things
‘Having been repeatedly annihilated by my mother, I’m resilient as hell’: Gwyneth Lewis
Luminosity

Art by author
Virtuosity,
,….being very charitable.
Precocity,,,going mad before most of us do
Animosity,,,. ,…kindness to animals
Ferocity,,.,,having iron teeth and using them.
Democracy,,…. demons running a country.
Humorisity,,,….getting a degree in Yankee jokes
Criminology,,,, understanding criminals
Religiosity,,,.misinterpreting love.
Tasmania,,…going mad in the sunshine.
Curiosity,,,.a desire to heal the sick
Originality,….
The desire to make a fresh start in life.
A mirage–a mirror that tells your age
Humour and poetry
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2010/04/humor-and-poetry
Extract:
In 1993, I took a left turn one day out of my MFA program and found myself at the National Poetry Slam in San Francisco. There I discovered several poets who were funny for the sake of being funny. Particularly Hal Sirowitz from New York (“don’t stick your arm out the window, mother said” and Matt Cook from Milwaukee (“it was easy to write the Great American Novel, back when there were only five American novels”) Both poets initially delighted me and confounded me: There are no similes, a voice in my head said. What would Tom Lux (my first teacher) say? the voice continued. Despite my resistance, I believe those poets gave me a kind of permission to explore humor a little more vigorously in my second book, The Forgiveness Parade (1998), for “I thought the word loin and the word lion were the same thing. I thought celibate was a kind of fish”. Perhaps in that book there were places where I was too vigorous in my pursuit: looking back there are a few poems that are just a little too jokey somehow, a little one-dimensional.
I am becoming aware of how some humor can set a roadblock for the poetic speaker, making it impossible for the speaker to get back to a serious place. And how some other (less frequent) uses of humor can leave that door open. I want to leave that door open
Dust motes dancing
I saw the dust motes singing in soft air
The yellow grey, the light where nothing’s clear
The silent chorus hurts me as I stare
The heart feels unprotected, as if bare
Only when we’re lonely are we here
I saw the dust motes dancing in soft air
The little things we don’t see till we care
The eyes that signal bring to birth our fear
The silent chorus gabbles as I stare
The Essex fields are huge like mass despair
Yet summer poppies bright make them so dear
I saw the dust motes dancing on fresh air
Life is like a vehicle we steer
Yet unseen hands in wisdom change the gear
I heard the dust motes singing in soft air
The small still chorus tells me what to dare
In a culture obsessed with positive thinking, can letting go be a radical act?
When you are able to relax yet your mind is not idle the poet John Keats called this ‘diligent indolence’

When you’re trying to do a very hard Su doku puzzle or even an easy one it’s very tempting to make a big effort to try a very hard to do it.
But in fact this is the wrong approach. Yes you have to read all the information and you have to know what you meant to do to solve the problem but tensing your muscles and trying hard will not help you to do it
The mind is much bigger than we think and once we’ve got the general information the mind itself will be pondering over the problem and will come up with answers
So why don’t we do this normally? I suppose we don’t like to rely on something or someone else we want to feel we’ve done it all by ourselves but we’re never really by ourselves because we’ve always got to the deeper parts of the mind the part that produces dreams and the remembers things and learns things that you didn’t know that you were learning
I think the French used to call this part of the mind
L’autre moi.
The other me.
But this is not talked about at school or even at university. It could be that fear of being dependent on another person when your parents were harsh or punitive may make you want you to rely only on yourself.
It is true that you have to cultivate your garden in other words you’ve got to know something about the problem and I’ve done the necessary reading and preperation or even talk to someone about it
But after that you’ve got to rely on your un conscious mind.
Some people may have a closer relationship where their unconscious than others do
I have read this approach helps in sport for example playing tennis is described in the book
A life of one’s own’ by Marion Milner’ so
If you’re interested in art you might like that book also or just generally well worth reading
Relaxation is the most important skill or should we call it a skill when it should come naturally to us?
Western society values efforts and hard work and of course there’s always a certain amount of that in any situation like running a home for example but even that can be done in a more relaxed manner then we think.
My grandad was a coal miner for 50 years starting at the age of 14 and I don’t know what he would have said about relaxing at work but he was very proud of himself. He brought up six children alone as well and he used to work nights. But it did have some bad consequences like my mother always had problem sleeping. Especially when she was left in the same situation after 11 years of marriage.
The other factor is that tension is one way that we control our feelings and if we let go of the tension we may hear some interesting idea coming from unconscious mind but we might also feel some feelings that we don’t want to feel because we’re frightened of them sometimes with good cause.
When I was at school I was trying to solve a mathematical problem with no luck until I went to bed. When I closed my eyes I saw the numbers I had been trying to deal with rearranging themselves into a new pattern and suddenly I saw the solution. It was a mystical experience.
It doesn’t mean that if you are relaxed you will never suffer pain again you may not suffer the same kind of pain that you did when you were trying to do your homework when you were 15 years old but there is always pain and suffering in different degrees from not being able to have the clothes that you want when you’re a teenager to suddenly realizing a person you thought was a friend is actually someone who doesn’t like you but you’ll never been able to see it before.
Then there’s marriage and it’s problems: life is never easy for most of us. We can’t envy the royal family either.
Sudoku and theology

I had to phone the Guardian customer services today. I told them that white I’ve been ill have found it’s helpful to do su doku puzzles
But I cannot do the medium one today!
I asked him if anyone else complained and he said no so maybe it’s just me that’s my brain has done too many and is refusing to to cooperate now.
Oh dear will I have to read Principia Mathematica again? Well to say again is really telling a lie because I never read it before.
Bertrand Russell said his brain never felt the same after he wrote that book and in a way I wish he had not written it because it’s all based on an error.
Quite what this errorv is I cannot tell you. But there’s something in it at least to a contradiction and you know that we cannot have contradictions in mathematics
What about in theology can we have contradictions there?
Belief in God has been difficult for many because we used to think God was omnipotent and good but if that is the case why do we have evil in the world?
I know that some people like the nuns who educated me would say it’s to prove that you have willpower so that you can resist evil
In itself bitvseems very bad. If God created this world and caused a lot of suffering to see whether we would have the will power to refrain from causing more suffering or even to help those who are suffering it just doesn’t seem to make sense to me I cannot accept it as a theological argument
But then if God is not all powerful and all good is he really God?
If you were to study mathematics and especially numbers you would find that you very soon get into very complicated territory so that very few people could understand it and if this is true of numbers how much more is it true of people and the whole world it may be beyond our comprehension.
Well not maybe but certainly definitely it is beyond our comprehension but I’m not sure where to go from there
There is suffering inherent in the fact that our bodies are made of flesh and can be wounded and damaged either by accident or by evil or by illness etc
So there is going to be emotional pain and grief cause by the suffering of our loved ones including their death.
It’s particularly severe when children die either by illness or even worse in war.
One are my schoolmates died at the age of 15.
The suffering of her parents was very severe not to mention her brother and sister but they did not question God
I still remember her father reading out
The Lord has given and the Lord has taken away
Blessed be the name of the Lord
That’s been in my mind ever since
I ate a custard tart
I was ill and ate a custard tart.
I thought of Judi dench as time went by
Her partner liked such cakes and so do I
It’s hard to stop but easier to start
What’s your favourite cake when you feel glum?
If you’re diabetic please ignore
My husband was and we ate cakes no more
Now he’s up above my time has come.
But I would give them up if he returned
Oh kindly face , oh love where have you gone?
I miss your jokes your acting and the fun.
Where is the love that in my heart I learned?
I ate the custard tart, I feel alone
I’d rather eat just bread if you were here
Everyone must die, it’s true, I fear
Some days since you’ve gone my heart’s a stone
Bitter is the sorrow of the lost
But surely we must love despite the cost
As in puzzles

I realised that Sudoku puzzles are closed systems and therefore every thing is closely connected to everything else
So if you are having a problem with for example the number 3 don’t look directly for the answer because if you start looking at a different number like nine or seven if you can find some movement there or even the solution automatically this will simplify the problem you’re having with number 3.
Now a human life is not a completely closed system on the whole. But even so if you are having a problem with one part of your life and you can’t get any movement there look at something completely different and see if you can do anything about that. If you can it will very likely help you with the original problem or at least it will help you to pass the time.
Sometimes if you are feeling depressed and you can’t do much about it it helps to do the washing up or change the bed sheets or pay a bill anything that needs doing
Something physical is often a good idea.
Movement itself can help. physical movement or doing things like puzzles makes your mind move about a bit
After doing some of these manual tasks often people feel better because at least they have done washing or the washing up or paid their bills
But if it doesn’t help just hang on because life itself is movement and things will change.
In the meantime I’m giving some money to the Red cross because there are problems that other people are having in the complicated world of wars and suffering and even if you’re feeling depressed or anxious you can still give a little help to someone else.
I don’t expect people to be grateful for what they have because when you’re depressed lonely anxious you don’t want people telling you to look on the bright side . Later you can be grateful for what you have and the people around you.
And remember in time everything passes.
And life is hard

The way into the park
The end of Essex Road, the slope, the gates,
The entrance to the park, the green invites
The swans and geese are wrangling with their mates.
I idle on a bench and contemplate.
In ‘diligent indolence’ with Keats I write
The end of that old road, the curve, the gates.
I must embrace this life, enjoy my fate
The scent of hot damp trees, the feel of sight
The swans and geese are mingling with their mates
Oj joy of greeny grass, oh glorious state.
Oh dandelions and weeds, mosquito bites!
I like the way the road slopes through the gates
Oh heaven above, oh,earth beneath, all’s right
The celandines are brilliant with delight
The swans so white are gliding with their mates
The end of this dear road, the curve, the gates.
Go out with the devil instead

Art Katherine
I felt like a collapsed old football
When I woke up this morning in bed
I thought I was going to church then
I went out with the devil instead
The devil has got all the energy
He’s got a real life of his own
Sometimes what’s offered in church seems
Like playing with long whitened bones.
The devil won’t conform to the rules so
He is free to be his true self
What are we doing on earth now
Storing up nothing but wealth?
What would you do with your freedom
What do you do with your joy
Even in one single moment
There are people that you could annoy.
Be true to your own personal values
For what else has anyone got?
Try to write your own diary
That person whom you have forgot
The floodlit church, the harbour and the town
I wish we were in Blythburgh again .
By the floodlit church on holy nights
The angels in the roof eternal, pure
A gift to eye and heart and mind and sight
Down the river near to Southworld town
The ferryman will row you in his boat.
For just 10 shillings you can get across.
Already in my purse I have some notes
We sat high on the harbour wall one day
Beside the marsh the footpath gave delight
You could hear the crickets’ wings and you could pray
Ahead was Southworld and its built delights
I see it now but in my own mind’s eye
For you are gone and I have said goodbye
Puzzles and faces

Puzzles can be intriguing or annoying or boring but they don’t usually cause worry
People’s faces can be intriguing as well but they are can also cause us a wide variety of emotions including anxiety fear and worry but also happiness and joy
Solving a hard number puzzle is a lot easier than living life as a human interpret ing other people’s feelings and faces on behaviour
If you were no good at maths don’t worry because you probably good at lots of other things like communication with your beloved people and the families
As long as you can deal with money in your budget then you don’t really need to worry about maths. If you are a carpenter or a cook you will have learned a lot of mathematics without knowing it
Which husband do you want with you in heaven Mary asked her

One afternoon Mary decided to visit Jean in the nursing home. Jean could not walk and😔 she had severe dementia and was an angry woman but nevertheless there was something about her that Mary liked enough
Can I come along as well cried her cat Emile peevishly,,,?
No Jean doesn’t like cats and she’s a very determined woman so I’m not going to set her off by taking you in there and don’t say you can stay my handbag because it’s hot were and I don’t want you to suffocate silently.
Would it be alright if I suffocated while mewing?
?
Emile I cannot risk you suffocating because I love you that’s why I’m leaving you at home by yourself. You can always go in the garden and meet some other cats
Emile stalked away like a woman with injured pride
When Mary got there, Jean was having a bad day
I want to die she screamed. Will you kill me? Please do please do,,,
It’s illegal for me to kill you Mary told her rudely
Oh you’re such a coward Mary: be brave and kill me. I’d be really grateful
Well it’s very difficult to kill someone like you because you are naturally strong and strangling you would be extremely tough probably impossible and how could you be grateful to me when you were dead?
If you believe there’s an afterlife then you cannot kill yourself or be killed by me it’s murder in either case.
You’re a chuckling print, Jean shouted.
I understand what you mean but I think you’ve got the wrong word! I have seen this written down but I’ve never heard anyone so it out loud that is, c*nt.
Why what’s wrong with it?
Nothing in itself but when it’s combined with another word like f*cking it becomes unspeakably unpleasant and anyway you should not use that name as a curse word. It’s where new life is born. It’s like a flower like a rose or a carnation
Mary thought to herself I think I’m going to write a poem!
I never said it answered Jean but there’s got to be some way of expressing my frustration
Talking about the afterlife Mary said politely you jave been married twice. When you go to heaven which of your husbands do you want to be with you for all eternity?
Thinking about it very carefully Jean sat silent for quite some time. Then she gave a most intelligent response.
I loved them both the same
In that case you are a very fortunate woman although I know it’s very hard for you now. Would you like me to bring my cat next time I come? He is called Emile and he is very very interesting and can speak good English. Or I have a friend who’s a paramedic called Dave and he makes very good cakes and biscuits and likes to wear dresses in the summer
Triumphantly Jean announced that she would like to see both the cat and the paramedic as she was very bored in the nursing home and she loved to talk to people or even to animals
And so do most of us
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What comes out when you dictate your post
I said I’m writing my blog not I think that you’re God
I said what is for dinner, not I think you’re a sinner.
I said do you know any new words, not I think love’s absurd.
I said try my new bakes, not dive into the lake
I said Donald is mad, not I are you my dad?
I said my heart is so strong, not the charts are all wrong.
I said do you like my new briefs, not you are the chief.
I said is God the answer, not you are a good dancer
I said I’m tired of these puzzles not keep your dog muzzled
It’s hard to communicate apparently most of us live lives of complete fiction or almost complete fiction in other words we invent the people we love and then we get a terrible shock when they don’t behave according to our frictional point of view
So is love unreal?
How do you feel?
How do you act when your suitcase is packed?
A puzzle of faces
I stare at your face as if you are today’s puzzle of numbers.
I can’t read the signs so easily
I know the answers are all there but how to perceive them?
And what if my gaze becomes a glare and I hurt you?
Surely that intense stare is not the way to learn the face of the beloved
How to soften the eyes so they caress rather than sting?
On the train everyone is bowed over their newspaper or on their screen
They’re all trying to solve puzzles but who can solve the puzzle of human existence?
Who can give us a meaning for our lives?
Sometimes the gazelof another can be enlightening.
But we can’t stare into the faces on the other commuters so we stare at our puzzles instead hoping to learn something useful more than just to find out which numbers are missing.
Children do stare, when do they stop doing that?
Like when I walked into the living room with the Guardian and said to my mother in front of the visitors
What’s rape?
She never did tell me but after that we got the Times instead which seemed rather peculiar in our working class Street but who knows what the motives were?
The front page used to be full of ada.
Flats or rooms to rent
Sometimes holiday accommodation
It engrossed me

What is complex trauma?

As anyone with a sibling or more than one child knows, people will respond differently to the same situation. How much do individual traits change or mitigate the effect of ACEs?
A. If you take a population of 1,000 people or 10,000 people or 100,000 people and they all have one ACE versus two ACEs versus seven ACEs — what you’re going to see is this substantially increased risk of health problems. Are there still going to be folks who by virtue of their biology or circumstance or environment are able to be resilient in the face of adversity? There are. Just like there’s the guy who smoked two packs a day and drank whiskey every day and lived to be 100. The takeaway for me is how we’re trying to reduce the exposure on a population level.
Q. You’ve said that your work on ACEs led you to your husband. What do you mean by that?
A. I won’t comment on any of my ex-boyfriends, but I was like — whoa — the type of relationship that I have has a profound impact on my life span and my health. Not just how I feel, but this could seriously shorten my life expectancy.
My husband is a person who I feel heals me from the inside out. He’s been really instrumental in what I’ve been able to accomplish in terms of starting my organization
Politics and mental health

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So what is helpful? What’s the cure for political depression? For one thing, liberal conservatives are going to have to borrow from some of the left’s irrepressible optimism. But if my last few months of lethargy and dark doctors’ waiting rooms have taught me anything, it’s that all those in search of a cure for our current political malaise could do well to look at recent advances in the mental health ward. Cognitive Behaviour Therapy, or CBT, is today’s wonder cure – but what does it actually entail, and can it save a country as well as it can a person?
CBT is all about breaking unhelpful mental patterns. It’s also about the art of the possible. Under pressure at work? Find one request you can reasonably make of your boss. Determined to run a marathon to feel better about being obese? Start by using the stairs instead of a lift.
In politics, focusing on the big picture can often seem overwhelming. The future is bleak; there are a lot of battles that the forces of liberalism seem unlikely to win. When I think of Trump in the White House, Erdogan imprisoning critics in Turkey, martial law in the Philippines – I could continue – I curl up and go back to bed. When I think about the two refugee friends who I’ve got coming to stay next week, I scurry up and start readying
My dear doctor
I wrote this as a protest against the fashion in medical circles of making everything either a disease or the precurser to a disease.I have not included mental health here but I think it’s used there as well.If you are happy you are pre-mad or pre-neurotic.If calm you are pre-panicking or pre-stressed.
If beautiful you are pre-aged
I went to the doctor.He said I’d pre-flu..
I said “My dear doctor what shall I do?”
Next time I went, he said “It’s pre- shock.”
And then I had pre measles,pre mumps and pre-pox
I ran to the doctor,he said ” You’re pre-well”
I said “Are you sure it’s not just a pre-quel?”
Next time I turned up,he’d gone out for a walk
It’s hard for a doctor who wants to pre-talk.
I went to the optician, who said I’m pre-blind
I thanked him for being so intensely unkind.
I went back to the doctor,and these words I said
“I’m pre -blind, pre-deaf,pre-ill and pre-dead!
Art

Five Reasons Why There’s No Such Thing As ‘Mental Health’ – PESI UK

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Five Reasons Why There’s No Such Thing As ‘Mental Health’
- 15th May 2019
- Benjamin Fry
We are in the midst of Mental Health Awareness Week. But for Benjamin Fry, the term is highly misleading. The founder of residential trauma treatment centre Khiron House, Fry believes we can only understand ‘mental health’ by going back to the body, getting curious about the nervous system, and helping our clients to see their ‘invisible lions’.

Your body is a chain of dominos, responding to events and experiences. We often call the final few dominos ‘mental health’, but what does that mean?
We are usually referring to an experience that shows up in something we call our mind, but even that can get confused; for example, is feeling anxious the same as being worried? Does an alarming thought, or a miserable one, constitute anxiety or depression? And if I yell at my wife do I have a mental health problem, a personality disorder? Or am I just an ass?
To sort this out, you have to go a few steps back along the chain of dominos. There, you will find that there really isn’t any such thing as mental health. Instead, there are a series of consequences to the way that our complex human organisms respond to threat; and particularly how we have adapted to respond to threat badly.
One: We usually end up dysregulated by the time our childhood is over, if not well before
When a gazelle is chased by a lion, it tends to match its response very nicely to the actual threat from the lion in the here and now. So, if the lion pops up on the horizon, then it will start to get a bit vigilant. If the lion gets too close, it will run. If the lion is right behind it, then it will kick. And if it gets caught it will freeze, almost as if it is feigning death. This all tends to work out as well as possible for the gazelle. Its body is working just right.
We, on the other hand, through a misstep in evolution, appear to be dysregulated in response to threat. This means that we can start running wildly when the lion is still miles away, or collapse in submission when we still have time to get away. We overreact and under-react. We rarely ‘Goldilocks’ react and get it just right.
Two: This changes our biochemistry
Responses to threat are like the
I was pulling his leg not demanding to blog

I said I went to the clinic not I think I’m demonic m
I said I love your pink jacket not I’m tired of the panic
I said I love Dr Hicks not, I think weaving sucks.
I said I think she’s cured me, not how can she endure me?
I told them my husband was dead, not I can’t wait to get into bed
I wonder why Freud was regarded as so unusual. Doesn’t everybody think about sex all the time? And by sex I mean love in all its forms.
I tell them I want some egg and bacon,not to make a career of faking
I wanted to have a hot bath not to provoke bitter wrath.
I wanted to conceal menstruation ,not to give men an invitation
I was telling the truth ,not mending the roof
I was washing my ears not enjoying his leers not trashing the seers
I said I fell out of bed.Not, Well,now I am dead.
I said I prefer the rural life , not his alluring wife.
I said give me a rest, not you are a pest.
I said,where is my tea,not I love her knee
I asked if you had wine,not are you a swine.
I said I feel terribly tired, not you need to be rewired
I said her mother has dementia,not that she joined
Mensa
I said where’s my pink lipstick, not I am a mystic.
I said try meditation,not grow vegetation.
I said,Are you quite mad,not are you my dad ?
I said I need speech therapy not your hips creak terribly.
I said are you going deaf not I’m short of breath.
I said ,fry a few eggs not I love your legs
I said I’m feeling tight, not why are you bright?
I said my heart is full not watch out for that bull
I said what is the forecast not shall we commit incest?
I said let’s go to bed, not sex drives me mad.
I said I want to go to Confession not I can’t give up fascism
The priest said was I a virgin not who was the surgeon
Sure it’s not perversion? Let’s forget about conversion.
A therapist eats curry with a cat…more adventures with Emile



Into the washing machine… therapy’s disasters
Peter Fried,the psychoanalyst newly arrived in Knittingham, had noticed that whilst he was practising “free floating attention”
with his patients an image of a cat peering in the window behind the couch was troubling him.He hoped it was not some hallucination transferred from the Unconscious of one of his patients into his consciousness.
Still,having a black cat looking in the window was by no means the most unpleasant optical illusion he had ever suffered.In a way,it was quite sweet.
He was back in his “home” flat boiling some eggs for his supper when the doorbell rang.He opened it cautiously with a sort of furtive excitement.There stood a strikingly attractive woman wearing a purple coat and a red hat with matching red ballet flats and a bright green designer handbag from TKMaxx.[£29.99 and well worth it]
Hello,I thought I’d introduce myself,I live across the street next door to Stan and Mary..my name is Anne..How are you settling in?
She walked confidently through his flat and into the new teak kitchen with its gleaming work surfaces and marble pastry rolling strip…. though Peter never made pastry himself.
Eggs!Are you a curry lover?By pure chance and serendipity I have a tin of vindaloo sauce here.I could pour it over these eggs.
Should we not remove the shells first?Peter asked with a just hint of humour.
Definitely,leave it to me.I’ve brought some naan bread and some brown rice too
How did you know I was boiling six eggs?
Why Emile told me,of course!
Emile….is he black?
Some people call him black,others say he’s mixed race.
Let’s not argue about semantics,he replied discourteously.
I don’t even know what semantics, are she screeched into his left ear.
Well,that is no barrier to arguing about them,he replied diplomatically.
Well,it’s senseless, she answered kindly.”I am not a person who enjoys an argument.Go and sit down,read the paper and I’ll finish preparing the curry dinner.
Is it common around here to have an unknown woman come in to cook your dinner?Peter asked Anne.
No,it’s the height of sophistication,she said judiciously.
It’s just with you being new I wanted to meet you to see if you need any assistance in your work.I don’t need money,I like to serve the community in some way.Of course I am Stan’s mistress but as he’s in a bad temper today I’ve not seen him.I suspect he is growing tired of me.
Are you married,Peter asked her.
No,but I was once.My husband ran off with his brother’s wife,so we decided to pretend they were both dead.
That’s intriguing,said Peter,I am married but my wife developed an allergy to my skin.She could not bear to touch it so it became awkward… very awkward.
Fancy, and you a therapist too,she murmured softly,So where is she now?
Oh, she lives on the Isle of Man,near Peel.I do go to see her now and then… and there are lovely sunsets over there… you can see the Mountains of Mourne.
Are you lonely, she asked him very emotionally.
No,I see seven patients a day..
But that’s not the same as having a wife or a friend.
Since my wife’s allergy,I am afraid to touch another woman.
How sad,cried Anne…I have very thick skin.Would you like to touch me? she said seductively
Perhaps another time,Peter said in a kindly way,But thanks for being so generous.I am touched by your amiability and femininity and your
kindness in introducing yourself.
.
Let’s eat the curry before we die of hunger.
They sat down at the kitchen table to eat the egg curry when they saw some amber eyes gleaming at the window.
Oh, dear,There’s Emile again.
Will he tell Stan?
Probably,but actually Stan no longer wants me.Yet Emile adores me.He will be jealous… he’s a cat,but he has the feeling of a man.
And indeed Emile’s eyes were gleaming like those of a tiger… he began to speak through the window glass.
Would you mind if I had some curry?Stan never makes it… I love spices
Why not? said Peter.
Emil’s plan was to get near Anne but first he had to eat the vindaloo egg curry.He took a mouthful..my,it was hot.His eyes began to water and his nose ran…. all round the room.He mioawed piteously
I need a hanky.
We shall have to ring 999,muttered Anne.
What! Do they tend to cats?
They usually have some hankies for cats….
So without any further ado,she took out her Samsung mobile phone and rang.
I don’t know how I shall get on living here,thought Peter.
He ran across the room and jumped into the washing machine with the tea towels and kitchen cloths.
Will he escape?
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