Allergic

So, after 34 years of taking penicillin I woke up to this...

These things all over my fingers, chin, inside my mouth and on the soles of my feet...
they are very very itchy and painful...

Do you ever get the feeling I am doomed???

Reading

Hello Daddy

And the band played on....

We went to a very wet Valley of Light evening and almost drowned

Dad

Remembering my wonderful Dad, who I lost seventeen years ago today. 

This poem was read at his funeral...


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

ONE YEAR TODAY!

Birthday Party

On Saturday we had a little gruffalo party for own own little gruffalo. George was due to turn One on the Sunday and so we invited a few local friends - Graham and Poppy, Rach and Ben, Trevor and Sandra, our next door neighbours Pat and Ken, Sharon's parents Brian and Dot and of course Jon's parents to come over. We had lashings of ginger beer, gruffalo cupcakes, jam tarts, ham sandwiches, sausages of sticks, chocolate fingers and quiche. Poppy baked mini scones and mince pies and Rachael made Parkin. It was very sweet and people bought George the most beautiful presents, clothes and toys and cards and such loveliness. He seemed to thrive on the attention and tottered round babbling and squeaking.

I can't believe he is one.