trying to remember all of the lucky and happy bits of ours. Thanks to my family and my friends who have held me upright and nudged me softly back to me.
Holidaze. Done. Remarkable, as I had 12 hours sleep every night (paid to stay in a studio with two wreck-tired boys).
Loads of beautiful wildflowers, sticks, mud, BLACKBERRIES and a goat called Geraldine that ate: strawberries, snap-peas, carrots, apples, and one wee hand. Twice.
is that we are three, and on some days, I am just me. It is taking a lot to get used to. I apologise for the big quiet.
Our marriage came to a startling and crashing halt in October, no story will be published, it is too raw, too personal and too sad to broadcast.
Meanwhile, the blog, which has been sleeping, will be re-invigorated. With positive energies and all things excellent.