My Year in Pictures -The last for 2017
‘We’ll remember this holiday forever won’t we?’ said Orkney Beef. Yes, we will.
‘We’ll remember this holiday forever won’t we?’ said Orkney Beef. Yes, we will.
I’ve been talking to a woman online recently. She had posted a photo of her son who was a similar age to mine, but when I went on to read the caption I realised he had died several years before. I’ve known lots of people over the years who have lost their children. I cried … More Wrapped Up Inside Love
Those of you who follow my Norq From Ork Facebook page will know I’ve been whinging incessantly for days that I’ve been laid low with a virus this week. A strange thing which made me so dizzy I couldn’t walk to the bathroom without holding on to the wall. Swimming was ditched and I spent the whole of … More My Week In Pictures
Things are going to be different for us this year as this is the first Christmas in 25 years when Miss Lashes won’t be with us and Orkney Beef will be working a 12-hour shift. … More There Is Always Hope.
A few weeks into it I asked Orkney Beef if he thought I’d lost weight. He looked terrified as if he was about to tread on a landmine and blow himself to pieces. … More My Week In Pictures
I have to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who kindly donated to my Just Giving page. … More My Week in Pictures
She once had to be a shepherd in the school nativity play and she’s never recovered. … More Oh Lawks I’m The Mother Of A 24 Year Old!
I squeezed in a couple of hours at a birthday party last night where we had indoor sparklers until they were confiscated because they smelled funny. Oh well, I will just have to sparkle on without them. … More My Week in Pictures
Every so often we get the opportunity to do something we’ve never done before. I wouldn’t say sitting for a drawing class was necessarily on my bucket list but nevertheless, my artist friend has been asking me for months and months if I would sit for her class. Dear God it better not be ‘undraped’ ! … More My Week In Pictures
What’s your favourite season? Mine is Spring. At the end of a long hard winter, I feel filled with hope as I see new life popping through the ground and the promise of longer, warmer days. Others prefer Autumn and write poetically about it making it almost sound bearable. For me it’s no secret that … More My Week In Pictures