<p>The isolation madness has set in and as a family who thrives on routine, we are all struggling with losing them. All our sports have been cancelled indefinitely. My husband is working from home. School holidays are in the second week and the weather hasn&#8217;t been particularly supportive of outdoor activity. That, my friends, is&hellip;</p>

<p>Today&#8217;s activity needed to involve feeding my bottomless boys, as the Tupperware container I promised to keep full is now empty! Last Sunday I baked White Chocolate and Cranberry cookies and they are long gone! I was going to have a go at some artisan, no-knead bread (the last time I kneaded dough my arthritic&hellip;</p>

<p>&nbsp; I asked my beautiful Mother In Law to make me some crochet rounds once and instead of doing that for me, she gave me a set of crochet hooks for Christmas! Luckily for me it came with free lessons &#8211; and it very quickly became a new hobby. I really enjoy the rhythm of&hellip;</p>

<p>I like to think of my diagnosis as something I have to care for, rather than something I am or have. It doesn&#8217;t define me &#8211; although its so consuming it often feels that way. Having a chronic diagnosis is like being given a badly trained, enormous, ill-tempered and exotic dog. Think Newfoundland crossed with&hellip;</p>