Sanity Fair - BIG THANK YOUS

When I got home on Saturday night, my feet just began to throb and throb. I hadn't noticed them all day. In fact the only thing I had noticed was the excitment and fun and sense of community that saturated the air (along with the rain later in the day) But even the rain just added to the excitment for me.

Sanity Fair happens because people want it to. It's so easy to say 'no'. But everyone said 'yes'. It takes time and commitment and thought and causes worry and stress and stuff - but it's fantastic that people come together and help give the public a better understanding of mental health, a more positive, clearer, more realistic sense of what it's all about. It goes along way too, in encouraging people to think about what affects their own mental health.

We wrote a list of 'people we must thank' and there were over 100 individuals on there. A hundred people without whom...

For me the lead up to the day was also really enjoyable and one moment in particular when all the people who regulalrly come to MAGMH were working preparing for the day - it encapsulated what Sanity Fair is all about.

Thanks again to everyone - it was remarkable.

Sanity Fair - BIG THANKS

What a great day! it really was fantastic.

I'll blog more about it later.

But for now - MASSIVE THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO SAID 'YES' AND MADE IT HAPPEN!!!!

oatcakes

I bet that if you google oatcakes it comes up with the Scottish hard biscuit top of the list - I'm gonna try it, bear with me.

Yep - it did. These horrible dry, foul tasting biscuits are not a patch on the staffordshire oatcake. When I first moved to Stoke On trent they were a bit of a revelation. At first, I didn't know what you did with them (except eat them of course). I used to have them cold with jam, then discovered that grilled with cheese was the traditional way. Wow! When I worked in Alsager we were right next door to an oatcake shop and people would have an entire breakfast on there, including beans (You needed a straw to eat it).


Now I've introduced them to my family who live in Scotland and even taken them to botswanna for my sister.

It's one of Staffordshire's finest inventions (of which there have been many).

I was wondering, how do you eat yours?

Ride the wave...learn to surf

Read this yesterday and thought how appropriate it is for Mind Bloggling.

Saw some good friends last night - great to see you all. And for the ones who were missing, I'll be thinking of you.