This is my lovely cousin Steph. Two weeks ago Steph died in the most horrific of circumstances and we are all devastated. Due to the great shock and sadness of her going, and the unfortunate media interest, I decided not to write for a while. I didn’t want to be quoted, or misquoted, and I … More Saying Goodbye to Steph
I’m not saying he has a swinging brick for a heart, but he did need to be in a coma to say he loved me….. … More He loves me, he told me so…..(when he was in a coma)
whilst all other girls were angels and one even made the dizzy heights of Mary, Miss Lashes and another little girl were made to be shepherds and wear painted on beards and tea towels over the head. (pictured below) Blonde haired little girls floated around in white sheets with tinsel coat hanger halos, but Miss Lashes could only look on with a broken heart. … More A Nativity Story
Four years ago to the day we returned from having driven Miss Lashes to her new abode. She had left home and was postponing her gap year to go and volunteer with Soul Survivor church in Watford, with something called Soul 61. As much as I love Orkney, driving from here to London was an epic undertaking. … More Empty Nest Syndrome
As if I could ever forget…… Bonfire night is nearly upon us. For those readers not in the UK, it’s an opportunity to light a big fire and set off fireworks, to remember someone who tried to blow up the houses of parliament a long time ago. Weird huh? Anyway, on the whole I am enormously … More Remember Remember 5th November
They say every picture tells a story and this one certainly does. It surfaced in our family a few months ago and it’s of my nan and grandad sharing a cheeky kiss outside their local (The Gladstone) in Birmingham. We’re not entirely sure when it was taken but possibly just before my grandad went to … More Throwback Thursday: Old snapshots.
As mum was recovering from her operation dad leaned over and said ‘Sarah says she’s not going to Orkney any more’ I remember standing at the end of the bed looking at mum, and she had an oxygen tube attached to her nose as well as drips and drains every where. She’d had a large part of her bowl removed and was due to start chemo soon after. She turned her head to look at me and simply said ‘you’re going’ … More Throwback Thursday: Moving to Orkney