It seems that I can write a new post, but, mysteriously, have to sign in to reply to comments, but with no indication as to how. Anyway, I suppose this is a start! Does anyone have ideas as to how to reply to comments without signing in? A lot has changed since my blogging days. In the meantime, many thanks to Meike and Dawntreader for your kind comments, and I await your (or somebody’s) advice!
Wednesday, 4 January 2023
Tuesday, 31 May 2022
Spurred on by my granddaughters (thank you, Phoebe) I decided to revisit my blog, and after much faffing about, changing passwords and grappling with the wrong email address (which appeared from nowhere and wouldn’t go away) I’m back again. A lot of my followers seem to have disappeared (goodbye, and thank you) but I’d love to hear from any survivors?
In the last two years, I’ve settled into Surrey life (lovely but expensive), struggled with living on my own, but got used to it, loved being near my kids (all four are quite near), made new friends, experimented with online dating (of which more later), acquired a new grandchild, and written….nothing at all. This last is sad, but I thought perhaps this might get me back into it. Sort of.
If you read this, old or new followers, please leave a message. I promise to reply. If I can remember how…
Saturday, 17 October 2020
I know I haven’t posted in ages, but I’ve just revisited other people’s, and decided to write something....
This past year has been the worst of my life (did you need to know that?. Probably not...). John had a bad fall in June of last year, and I became a (willing, of course) carer. But he never recovered his strength, and after a gradual deterioration, he died at home, with me beside him, on 26th April.
Then of course there was Covid, affecting us all, and we were in the middle of a house move. I’m now in a small but very nice Victorian cottage in Surrey, much nearer my kids, who are all within 40 mins drive,which is much better. I’ve done no writing for at least a year, but who knows...I need to get my mojo back first.
If any of my former followers have news, I’d love to know how you are, how you’re coping with the current plague etc. Comments very welcome 😀
Friday, 3 May 2019
This is (was) my son’s coat. I have posted before about clothes moths, and their greedy habit of taking a bite from each garment and never making, as it were, a clean plate by finishing anything off. Well, these are doing their best with this coat, (which has now been binned). The moths have also taken bites out of most of his wardrobe, and he is despairing as to what to do. He says he’s tried everything.
I feel great sympathy for him, but can’t help being fascinated, as our clothes moths conduct their business when we aren’t looking. I have never seen their larvae; only the holes they leave behind.
Saturday, 27 April 2019
Friday, 22 February 2019
But what I really, really wants’s
I’d like to get three little dogs and
This is what I’d do -
I’d mix and match them til I got
People would stop in wonderment,
And then they’d ask me: “who
On earth have you got there?”
I’d say: “my peek-a-pug-a-poo.”
You’ll never find one in the street
Or park or beach or zoo,
So mine would be unique, the only
So if I fail at writing, or
The other things I do,
At least I’d own the one and only
(Except that I bet someone’s already done it...)