Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Such kindness
Yesterday, I received a beautiful bouquet. Not all that surprising, given what has been going on lately, but the exceptional thing about this one was that it was sent by a fellow blogger, someone whom I have never met. I shall not identify this person here as I don't think that is what they would want, but to say that I am overwhelmed by their thoughtfulness and kindness is an understatement so, thank you once again - you know who you are.
A Mother's Story: Thursday August 20th
I have set up my other blog as a diary of the days since August 19th. If you would like to read my first entry, have a look here A Mother's Story: Thursday August 20th.
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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...