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Gawd it wild yesterday. Storm Francis blew in with such driving horizontal rain that it took an age to get into work I’m back on nights which is tiring and finish Saturday morning to have 9 glorious days off As ai came into work I stopped briefly to photograph the back of the Great Orme which was shielding the hospice from the worst of the storm If you look closely you can see the mountain goats hiding away in the Eastern facing crags Dots of white against the brown/ green  of the peninsula 

Winnie and Mary in the kitchen as I type this  In the fallout that are divorces, children are often seen as casualties of war. Hopefully, if everyone plays nicely, the trauma is kept to a minimum but I have friends who have joint custody of their children and I am always amazed of the complicated juggling act that has to be performed to keep heads above water. When I was separated I was resolved to keep all of my pets. I had four dogs then, two of them elderly and practically I was in the shit , what with no car, a vet seventeen miles away and expensive medications to pay for. So I had a choice . Rehome the animals Or shut up moaning and get on with things I continued to moan just a little , but I got on with things . William died in his sleep one wet Winter’s morning which admittedly made things a little easier though painfully sad and valiant old George died after a thankfully short acute illness. Dorothy’s arrival was a serendipitous hiccup of madness which complicated home life eve...