A Mother's Story: No other words needed
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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Plaster board and dust
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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Aaaaagh!!! This morning, when I went into the bathroom for a shower, there was a spider already there - not in the shower but perched non...
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When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel...
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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...
6 comments:
so sad. so sad
Yes indeed, John.
Tears came to my eyes. Losing a child is unbearable, whatever the circumstances. As you show, a mother's story says it all.
xx
Thank you, Menhir.
Having some technical manoevres to perform today apart from the Captcha, to try to leave a comment. I've had to choose a profile - menhir -I blog on myword1.
Oh sorry, I didn't realise I had the captcha thing enabled.
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