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Reminder for World Mental Health Day

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Reminder: World Mental Health Day is on the 10th October

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Opinion  Mental Health

All I have left are my own monsters to deal with so I have to be honest to be able to recognise them.

       'Ha Haa! Have at ye, you varlets! I shall strike you asunder. Your lies that bind me are my own concoction from the ingredients you offered me. You are discovered and measured. I have  control over the eating of the cake you gave me the recipe for, and it shall not touch my lips.'

I sometimes consider mental ill-health to be a hostage-taker and I am the hostage, in that I also have to recognise that I have Stockholm Syndrome; I have a part of me that embraces the effect that PTSD from childhood has on me. It makes me different; it makes me find new routes for dealing with problems; it makes me more comfortable with social-isolation than most other people - I can concentrate in silence; the most wonderful aspect of my early PTSD is: it forces me to question everything.

However, the most wonderful aspects of life often give us the sharpest focus on the converse, the obverse, and the reciprocal. For me, that honed focus from a distant position, often called hyper-vigilance, also means I trust nothing and nobody. That wonderful aspect is, for me, a razor-sharp double-edged sword. Just like most of us, when I buy a new, expensive kitchen knife I often cut myself, so I keep the blunter one. I only use the superior cutting tool when it is necessary.

In terms of mental ill-health, using the blunter kitchen knife might be considered to be partial numbness, when trying to cut a loaf of bread with a spoon is numb. That means that the new super-sharp kitchen knife is carefully washed, dried and stored in a cupboard; never in a drawer or in a chefs knife-block on the work-top where it can be clumsily, and without adequate thought, be reached for when it is the nearest one and time is flying. Knowing it is there rather than using it usually keeps me out of trouble.

To continue the kitchen and cooking metaphor: Let's just say I can cook a delicious meal from meagre ingredients. I am interesting until I tell my guests I sourced, prepared, cooked, and served them their own coccyx; when 'coccyx' means 'emotions'. We all know how much any impacts on our coccyx hurts, males and females alike.

       'How dare you?' I hear from them, and I think, 'How dare you not have more control?'

The World Health Organisation (WHO) says, I believe, that 1 in 4 people suffer from mental ill-health and I counter with, 'No, it is 4 people in 4, because your figures are for a single moment on a single day, and my figures are for a week, month, a year, and throughout our lifetimes'. 

When we dream, as we sleep, we enter a form of psychosis; there are no real aliens or bears or beautiful flowers. Dreaming is essential, I hear, for making sense of our world because we are sorting and filing aspects of our days; we need to do that.

I am not trying to normalise mental ill-health. But, I believe, neither should any person or other entity normalise mental good-health.

Finally, on International Womens Day I cheekily offered up a question to a woman I know, under the auspices of jokingly suggesting hypocrisy. In other words, I carelessly used a knife with a fine edge.

       'Why do women get a day every year to highlight themselves?' I sneakily asked with a smile.

       'Because men get the other 364!' She speedily replied, half-smiling into my eyes.

She is naturally sharp. Touché!

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Samaritans offer free and non-judgemental talk 

'If you need someone to talk to, we listen. We won't judge or tell you what to do.'

'Call us any time, day or night'

'Whatever you're going through, you can call us any time, from any phone for FREE.'

Call 116 123 (one one six one two three)

https://www.samaritans.org

Their web page advises that there is a 10 minute delay to chat with them online, but you can if you can wait.

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Experiment in the Kitchen

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Saturday 12 September 2026 at 09:23

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Experiment in the Kitchen

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If you like Baked Beans don't add too much vinegar and lemon juice to them. Also, despite what your imagination tells you from your experiences of putting a few drops of Grant's Whiskey in your scrambled egg, making scrambled eggs with half a cake recipe won't always taste good. I mean, by all means add some ground ginger and a pinch of cinnamon and leave out the butter, sugar and flour, just don't expect to get the heightened taste that evaporating alcohol provides.

I like to experiment in the kitchen. If I was my own pastry chef I would quit. Fresh mint in the Blackberry and Tomato pie? Are you serious? Yeah, why not? It was years ago that I put Marmite in my Peanut Butter sandwich; now you can buy it in a jar. Why? Isn't that just the epitome of laziness by subscribing to someone else's tastes? Believe it not, if you don't have enough blackberries for a pie you can pad it out with tomatoes or beetroot or rhubarb. I wouldn't put rhubarb in though, tasty as it is, because it contains oxalic acid, and I have seen it under a microscope. Nasty! My kidneys! My poor kidneys!

There are, to my mind, two types of cooks; the traditional one who, let's face it, was taught how to cook by someone familiar with wartime rationing; and the experimental cook who likes flavours and can remember what stuff tastes like before they eat it again. I was buying Marmite in an ALDI supermarket; the best place to meet people, or if you are mischievous have some fun. I don't mean sneak produce into other people's trolleys so they are surprised when they unpack at home; I mean by telling wild stories, and by verbally expressed invention.

       'I put a dob of Marmite in the frying pan with mackerel fillets. You know, it is so easy to over-cook fish but I also like that kind of burnt background taste.' I announced.

The Indian woman was intrigued.

       'Could you put strips of mackerel in with the Marmite.' she asked, tilting her head.

       'Of course! However you like!' I replied, pleased to meet an interesting person.

       'Oooh no!' The elderly lady listening in shook her head. 'Oooh no.' I couldn't help thinking that experimenting in the kitchen meant for her, putting the carrots on to boil before the Brussels sprouts, one crazy and tipsy Sunday afternoon. Much more, not letting them boil into mush is just plain wrong because 'al dente' is foreign Italian muck. It would be Bread and Butter Pudding and Victoria Sponges at her house and never Woodapple and condensed milk tart, and definitely not 'torte', or Apple Strudel.

'You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink'. It was Oliver Hardy who said that to Stanley Laurel in a film that got me to start to understand stubbornness; which is really a lack of imagination or fear of the unknown. Yet, if you did know rationing and you taught your offspring cooking you would not be inclined to experiment with perfectly good food in case it went wrong. The standing joke in my home when I was a child was that my dad once made a stew that even the chickens wouldn't eat. He did make good crisps and steak sandwiches though.

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