Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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This is the beach at Burbo Bank, Crosby, home of Antony Gormley's cast iron statues, collectively known as 'Another Place'. We...
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Well, we came to an amicable arrangement, quite unplanned as it happened, because Keith got to navigate the car through people's back y...
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How terribly sad. Your words made me cry big baby that I am.
James needs counselling himself. Those children - your grandchildren - do not belong to him. They are yours as much as his. On such a sad day there should have been some forgiveness in the air, a sense of time passing, a place to begin again. He had no right to drive you away from the social gathering where Hugh's friends and colleagues may have given you snippets about him that could have warmed your heart.Poor James - to be eaten up with bitterness like that - it can only chew at his very soul.
It is such a shame that he wasn't able to offer a hand of forgiveness on such a dreadful day.
I do not know what went on to lead up to this but he should know that there are two sides to every story. x
Neither do I, really, Rosie.
YP, not a big baby, a kind and sensitive man, one in touch with his feelings. :)
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