A lot has happened since I last blogged. I've entered the last year of my 30's. I've organised a charity pub quiz. I've met John Barrowman & The Krankees (life goals amirite?!).
Mr W and I have a theory. We believe some moments were always going to happen, and will be remembered forever by the people that experience them. We call them fixed points in time.
My partners, male family, friend's menfolk, time & time again the world stops when blokes have a cold. Many have been heard to utter "I'm dying", as they reach for they tissues to once again blow their nose like a trumpet sounding a death note.
I know, everybody knows someone who we've decided is "faking", and I'm not saying we're all wrong (hell, some of you may have met my ex husband, and you're definitely right in his case). But let me present you with an alternative.
For the last week I've been forced to rest, far more than I would like, and that has led to three things; boredom, homesickness, and a large amount of people watching. In my confined state, those people have been fellow inmates, and nurses, and, in case you didn't know already, nurses are angels.
"In your hatred fuelled actions you sought to divide us, an attack on Muslims as much as on the people physically affected. You need others to hate, to attack, to blame. But we won't. Hate doesn't kill hate, love kills hate, and in the aftermath of your atrocious attack the love and strength was palpable."
Yesterday was a looooong day. It started early at 9am. Yes, I know that's not technically early, but my evening meds usually make me snore the morning away, and pretty much nothing short of a full brass band will wake me.
21/4/17 Day 258 177.7 You may or may not have noticed I've been quiet for a while, if you're paying attention (which I'm fairly sure you're not, there's far better things to do than watch whether or not I'm currently rambling!), then you'll know my last post was nearly a month ago. There's several reasons … Continue reading 21/4/17 – A Different Kind of Holiday
Parenthood. There's countless articles & books, they all tell you how to do it right, and they all tell you different things. Spare the rod & spoil the child, or helicopter parents, none are all right, and none are all wrong.
\zYesterday the sun shone. We spent the day tidying the garden & planting bulbs. I was left with enough spoons to make bandannas for our cats. It was a good day.