Walter Mason

Pegasus Gran Piano by Luigi Colani, Manufacturer Schimmel.⁣

quitting my job to pursue my real passion. kissing my cat on the top of its head.

Every walking stick carries a story of elegance, history, and timeless craftsmanship.

Tupperware lasted forever!

I’ll say it again: It should be illegal to charge a ‘convenience fee’ for paying a bill online. The convenience is for the company. The fee is for you. Tell me I’m wrong. 🧐

Gustav Klimt (July 14, 1862 – February 6, 1918) Chorus of angels Beethoven Frieze, Secession Building, Vienna

One of the most jarring things about adulthood is the realization of how many truly incompetent people are in the most important jobs. When I was a kid, I just assumed everyone “important” was smart or they wouldn’t be important. Boy, was that fucking wrong.

Spotted on the shelves of a charity shop at Alnwick yesterday. #MappandLucia

Baroque pearl duck-shaped designs by jewelry artist Ben Choi.

Albrecht Dürer - The Little Owl, 1508

Sometimes I wonder what the part of my brain that used to memorize everyone's landline phone number is doing right now. Probably remembering the lyrics to a song I haven't heard since 1973.

Vintage Wrought Iron Sculptural Peacock Chair.

Finally cleaned out that one kitchen drawer

wire sculpture bouquet

Whoever invented “we should all go around the room and introduce ourselves” owes introverts financial compensation.

Today I discovered what happens when you’re too disabled to fit the system, but not disabled in quite the right way. I learned that the NHS doesn’t always fail because people don’t care, it fails because the system is so obsessed with ticking boxes that it forgets there’s an actual human being standing in front of it. Or in my case… lying down. After six days in hospital with a sepsis infection and an adrenal crisis, I was finally able to be discharged. Patient Transport was called, but to my absolute shock, they refused to take me home because I have occasionally had access to a vehicle when a carer is available to drive. TODAY, I have neither. No vehicle. No carer. No family who can drive it, No friends available…. AND a specialist tilted wheelchair that won’t fit into even an accessible cab. Black cabs? NOPE. Still don’t fit. No room to manoeuvre into a rear face position… and cabbies simply won’t pick me up. safety first. I explained that to the ward manager. Then explained it again. And again. Each time I was met with the same question: “Can’t you get someone to collect you?” No. The solution was, to discharge me anyway, knowing I don’t have any means to get home. None. And so, I was taken down to the discharge lounge… the lounge which is available for patients waiting for Patient Transport. The very Patient Transport I’d already been told wasn’t available today as there’s ZERO capacity and a backlog of days worth of patients trying to get home. I asked the obvious… “What happens when the lounge closes, and I still have no way of getting home?” “Someone will deal with that then.” No plan. No solution. Just… computer says no… Somewhere we’ve replaced compassion with flow charts, and clinical judgement with algorithms. If you don’t fit neatly into the system’s boxes, the system doesn’t adapt. It simply decides that you are the problem. That’s exactly how I felt today. An awkward inconvenience. I’m not a difficult patient. I’m a disabled woman who doesn’t fit your spreadsheet. There’s a difference! To be continued…. #NHSCrisis #DisabilityAwareness #WillIGetHome #FeelingBloodyAwful #NHS #LiverpoolRoyalHospital

When I'm tired of seeing AI images that make me feel nothing, I look at how Michelangelo made the right hand of David out of marble.

Just had a doctor today berate me for my illness and roll her eyes when I asked her a question