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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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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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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