Crying listening to The Archers, of all things. I cried when I heard it the first time and again during the Omnibus. Continue reading O Tannenbaum
A man I have known all my life died recently in his 95th year. It’s hard to be very sad when someone passes at that age, and still all there mentally, despite failing eyesight, hearing etc. So it was more a case of celebrating his life. Continue reading Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
One of the things that I still hold very much against my ex is the loss of a family home for my children. Continue reading Home
The problem with being old – or as old as I am – is that there’s an overabundance of memories.
I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me. (I still do.) And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them. They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts. And they make me cry. Continue reading That Was The Good News.
I have been dreading the empty nest. For over 20 years I have been a mother, and really, nothing else. This was a mistake on many levels, but there we are. Now my twins are 18 and off to uni. Continue reading Staring Loneliness In The Face. And Loving It.