Saturday 5th, I woke up at 4am, the first two seconds were bliss, then the awful realisation that something awful was going on, my stomach flipped over as I remembered it was me and that this was bad...really bad.
Nobody to talk to at that hour. So the only thing to do was to google, I googled and googled but couldn't find the answer I wanted and needed.
My daughter and partner, were staying so I didn't want…
4th November 2016.
Ive always imagined that when we are born we get put on a big huge long conveyor belt, (I have a good imagination) and God willing hopefully we get the chance to travel along to the end without too many wobbles along the way, I know sadly that people do fall off the conveyor belt far too soon and that is cruel, I just never imagined that my conveyor belt might actually stop for a while, make me get…
After leaving home I found it so easy to cope, I was sixteen and for once in my life I didn't have any stress. I just went to work, came 'home' walked my dog, and did my own thing. It was bliss. The only problem I had was that I knew that my mum missed me terribly. When I met up with her I could tell how discontent she was, she told me that she wanted to leave my dad, but she just couldn't do it, she got so so close…
I'm 50 so this may take a while.
Plus l have never written a blog.(I think it's an electric diary)
I'm rubbish with technology... so here we go.
