#the queerest goldcrest talks about himself

[queer-goldcrest-of-the-void]

Did I mention I moved?

I don't usually talk about myself here. It's sort of my dumping ground for the random bits and pieces I like but haven't got a home for.

For Transformers, you want @king-starscreams-fics and maybe @ask-a-bot.

For Good Omens (sorry, it's not as active as it was) you want @mygoodomensfaves.

For the random stuff, my main (this blog) is the place. I'm good at random, me.

So, anyway, I'm not in Bristol anymore. No more moans about humidity or complaints about how the place is managed from me!

I've relocated to North Yorkshire. I'm in a semi-rural (certainly more rural than my old Bristolian suburb) market town. I've been here for two years (aren't I good at updates?), having moved in July '22.

A lot has happened. First of all, I found out that working life here is busy. You start at 8am, not 9am. You finish at 5.30pm if you're lucky. Yeah, that's probably why I haven't been great with updates.

I fell ill last year and then things got difficult. I've got post-viral fatigue now. Symptoms are mostly weak muscles and exhaustion. I can make myself do stuff, but if I do too much I pay for it (I am a spoonie now) and I'm not good at understanding when my body is telling me it's had enough.

Basically, I see myself as lazy if I struggle and push myself until I persevere or collapse – it's a coin toss between the two outcomes. When I was first unwell, I knew that I couldn't stand without passing out, yet I still washed up and cooked and only narrowly avoided fainting onto the lit gas hob. That's just the way I am. I'm still here and at least I can't do that again because the place I'm at now has an induction hob (much safer).

If you've been wondering why I've not been very talkative... now you know. I hope to get better at checking in but I can't really promise. I'll do my best.

If you've read this garbled outpouring, thank you.

Fauna (AKA the Queerest Goldcrest)