The usual  walk with the dog today was very enjoyable even if it was cold.

I had a present from a dear friend today of a Desert Scarf to wrap around my face and head and it will keep the cold weather out so I will certainly be using that to the full.

We had woken up to a frost covering the roofs again and the car window screens needed a scrape early morning but they promise tomorrow will be warmer.

Louis had sore and swollen eyes this morning for some reason I really dont know why so I put some drops in and he recovered in no time.

He has had a good play tonight and a walk again round the park in the dark so he is ready for bed now.

He really is a poser. 

I found a poem today that has made me sit and think and weigh up my life.

If I Had My Life to Live Over
by Erma Bombeck

(Written after she found out she was dying from cancer)

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it , live it and never give it back.

I really couldnt put it any better than that. xx