Post 346: Dreams litter the day of rest.
The bus trip out was scuppered by us both needing more rest.
Isn’t it funny how, it’s only after a good rest, you realise that you needed it — even though, on the balance of probability, yo...
Post 345: This month is the longest.
When will this month ever end? It seems to be going on forever.
I’m not wishing my life away, but when will April appear?
I’m feeling fine this morning, and the shower is inviting, so I set myself up...
Post 344: I should have some Oramorph more often.
Eggs are the focus as Easter nears. Waistbands that have been tightened since the New Year resolutions are now sorely tempted and slackened by the chocolate bunnies and thick, crunchy eggs on offer r...
Post 343: Lost the hour, lost the plot.
Our youngest son’s arrival was indeed a welcome one, but without his fiancée or the huge pup Byron, it was not going to be a big family meet-up. However, as I opened the door to him and he stepped...
Post 342: Homeward bound.
Getting up is always a mixed experience on the last day of any holiday, but leaving this comfy profiling bed would be interesting.
The car was packed and the cottage swept clear of our belongings, which up until late last ...
