Dealing with smallest childs first cold,caught from her brother who returns to school after three days in bed with it.Ellie-Mae stalwartly refuses to even entertain the idea of sleeping it off and thinks we (I) should share her every moment of it-yes,we laugh at the very idea of sleep…
Sitting in newly aqquired Breakfast room watching oldest daughter aka Arty Farty cutting fabric pieces and turning them into wonderful sellable creations for a christmas craft fare in our local town.Its like the elves and the shoemaker here.
Listening to my small dog snoring in his basket,utterly in heaven as the gales whip up outside,love is a comfy basket and a warm radiator.
Sending good luck and love to one of my oldest friends,who just found out she has the dreaded C,i cant even bring myself to say that awful word here…it strikes fear in the hearts of everyone,whether you have it or are affected by it.How can i tell her to be strong,when the very idea of it makes me crumble-we will fight it together i have told her,but thats the easy part when you are the healthy one.I wish i could take it away,i cant and i feel useless.
One good thing accomplished today,i rehomed our lonely kitten Persia,she is now tucked up,warm and hopefully in kitty heaven with her cat-mad new owner,a sole survivor who battled it out with chickens and ducks,who evaded neighbours blood thirsty dogs,witnessed the loss of her fellow siblings and her own mother and survived all nine lives out in the irish weather-the smallest boy now thinks i am the wicked witch of the north but i dont think Persia does!
