R's rue

It’s nice to have someone else in the cottage  Dorothy is happy, she has slept with me all night and has had me to herself Mary is with Ruth in the East Wing, being cuddled all night For the dogs it’s a win/win It’s 6 am and I’m waiting for my alarm to go off I’m back at 9 pm It’s a nice treat tip toeing around in order not to wake anyone from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3uZ6xPb

 Losing control Is not bad When it’s in Submission to Tou from R's rue https://ift.tt/3v34b1F

  I’ve been a bit “ out of sorts “ this past week. I know I have and I’m sick of being up and down like the proverbial whores’ knickers ...... I fell asleep in my office covered in dogs and cat yesterday afternoon only to wake in the dark of the evening, disorientated and heady... I even missed the Big Gay Quiz which usually bucks me up with an overdose of camp one liners. Subsequently I didn’t sleep and spent too long and too much energy on a french zombie movie called  The Night Eats The World. The film had its “ hero” locked inside his Parisian apartment for much of the plot where he slowly went a bit unhinged as the zombie hoards surrounded him.....a untimely metaphor for lockdown I guess. The constant bickering in the household has had its effect too as had my subsequent move to a new role in the community at work. A move which will mean less unsocial hour pay.......pay that I need but the new role ( overseeing hospice care given at home ) is a challenge t...

Yesterday I returned to Sir William Hill to undertake a longer walk. It was cloudy, chilly and few other people were out and about. I checked out a long abandoned sheep farm that I have visited before, above the Highlow valley to which I descended. I had no map and after leaving the footbridge at Stoke Ford, I headed up the valley of Bretton Brook. The path was sometimes unclear and I had to be as alert as an Indian scout in a cowboy film. Over two streams, across boggy land and then up to ancient lead mine workings with conical spoil heaps now clothed in vegetation. Then, in the shadow of Abney Grange Farm, I climbed up and up to the one-track lane on the ridge that took me back to Bretton Mount. That is where "The Barrel Inn" is located but shut for months because of the pandemic. Before I reached Lord Clint of Clintshire, I passed a small stone-walled enclosure. Perhaps the original intention had been to maintain a little memorial garden but now it is wild and neg...