I have not written my Blog for some time, except to post the odd photo which I will explain later. The reason behind this is that if you have nothing fun or nice to say then don’t say anything . This last few months have been so awful that had I had any forewarning I would have not believed it possible. But I didn’t so there it is and if you love people you soldier on even if your loyal and wonderful friends tell you this is killing you….. last week I was so drained that I started to shake all over and even my head wobbled and gave me a headache. But the festivities went on and developed a system of loading the dishwasher from a low stool . It puts me in mind of some rather nasty relatives of mine who looked out of the window of their large stately home and of them said “Had any of you noticed there is something wrong with Mary?” ( their old faithful pony who had given them twenty years devoted service) “Its dead “ Said one of them.
“Had anyone given it any hay asked another?” There were blank stairs and shuffling of feet … no eye contact. It was Christmas! Note the it.
Well all these dismal reflection were dispelled last night, we went to a Christmas concert given by the National Youth Music Theatre , it was one of the loveliest things I have ever done I want to work with these kids I want to give them money, I want to see everything they do, it was beautiful, brilliant, glittering, shinning, good, it was all we should be so proud of in Britain. I may be able to face another day …. Just maybe…. I sat next to a wonderful lady recovering from breast cancer who had a daughter on the stage … we both cried … for the right reasons.
The photos on here are a mixture , one of my grandson showing me his tattoo a stickle back perch and a water flea. This was his opus for is doctorate for Imperial College that’s me admiring it ! another is of me between my adorable Gussie and her prince John we miss them so much OMG I am snivelling again Another is of my dogs who never make me cry at all I love them obsessively and would quite like to live in the country with a lot of dogs some of whom I pushed about in a pram . Someof my Grandchildren told me I should be a headmistress or work for MI6 but then they haven’t heard me wailing in the kitchen have they?