Post 499: Still not right, like the carnival lights.
“We Burn for Charity” had to be scrubbed from all areas tonight when the national regulations turned an ancient tradition into a modern fob-off, with no burning hand-held torches allowe...
Post 498: Finding time is the hard bit.
The weekend brings the first carnival processions in the Deep South, but will we have lit torches or not?
Big Sis had arrived after I had hauled bags of essentials from the town, which included some flowers f...
Post 497: And the oncologist says… wait and see.
As cancer care reviews go, this was a pretty good one. There were no tears, but there were no happy endings either.
It started with handshakes and ended with cuddles, but throughout it was calm ...
Post 496: Tired out but plenty of reasons why.
The time sped away from us like a runaway train and there was no possible way we could get it back.
We could only watch and giggle at the consequences. And because there were no serious issues, we weren&...
Post 495: Sally loses a four-legged friend.
There was a scramble this morning as the phone call was put down and the word was that I had to take my Darling up to the far-away hairdresser because Sally, who was going to take herself and my Darling up...
