Writing a blog when children are around is a tricky process. I have been deprived 'thinking time.' So, hold onto your pants, this may get bumpy!
We have been to the Doctors this morning, Missy is clearly fine and will be back in school tomorrow. When a child has a parent to themselves you never know what questions a child will ask, this morning we have covered 'Was I an accident? because you know ******* was, etc' answer; yes you were wanted.
Question 'Can I start a blog or something?' answer; I'll think about it.
Question 'What did you want to be when you were little?' answer; I played at being a teacher and I liked to press buttons, so probably a cashier - I didn't have any ambition to be anything really' etc etc etc
Mr F is in Brighton, which sounds marvelous but he's working. He's home much later and has been gone since silly 'o' clock Monday morning. The house is eerily tidy and I have had very little sleep. It seems I may have missed Mr F. He is the romantic partner, he proposed marriage to me after about 8 weeks together, I accepted. Then changed my mind. It took me a long time to get hitched as I thought marriage would change things. It may have, I seem to have grown even more fond of the little bugger.
The left side of the garden is blooming
(the right side is a wasteland)
Chocolate the big rabbit is the boss in the garden, yes, Moonshine is sitting on a plate
Emergency Scones from the freezer
I thought I would show my shoes
I adore this skirt, from Ebay for a couple of pounds last year.
It's a skirt.
My abilities to match separates is beyond woeful.
I love to see others mix and match textures and pattern.
When I do it I tend to look as if I have been rolling in the laundry basket.
I realise I suit simple.
I don't even own a normal white bra.
Old books I have
The Right Heart, Kind Words and cobwebs
all bloody good
I will see you soon
and hope 'the music of kind words' whispers and soothes if you need it