R's rue

Daryl and Connie  I’m on the last season of The Walking Dead  And I’m still as loyal as ever. So much so I will be dressing up as Hershal at the next comic con with my nephew ! ( God help me ) So much happened in this episode  Gracie and Judith was saved by gay hero Aaron from the flooded Walker filled basement  Maggie went rogue Alden died Negan walked away and in the best reunion ever Since Daryl and Carol ….   Daryl hugged Connie  All this means nothing to most of you, but after investing ten years of my life to one tv programme I’m loving it  Daryl and Carol  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/4aLzOBM

 Lesson learning. I deleted so many posts today because God knew my heart was not in the right place. When I’m hurt or offended, I will do the same to others. I’m human. My posts this morning sought human approval, but when you are convicted right after you hit publish, it’s Him. I argued with Him. I did not win. My conscience would not let me rest. That is a feeling I want none of you to have. After deleting the post, I’m lighter. I’m okay. Just because I didn’t get my way doesn’t mean I take it out on others. God will call you on it. That I know. The question is this. Will you listen? from R's rue https://ift.tt/PDB71Y5

 Physical exertion Brings me A mental peace I can’t describe And I’m grateful That my body cooperates from R's rue https://ift.tt/jxtYwyi

I had a dream last night. A dream that made me wonder if it was a dream at all. I was reading in the living room and I heard my grandmother singing from the kitchen. She wasn’t  singing per se. It was a la-la -la, some ladies of a certain age do when their hands are busy  But her voice was sweet and the clatter of cutlery on the drainage board ( I haven’t got one) was reassuring . lids rattled and I imagined she was retrieving a cake from the old cake tin with the green lid and I heard side plates being put out on the table, and the kettle steamed on the gas ring even though I have only an electric hob. The brown teapot filled with boiling water and I could smell washing powder, cold cream then cake sponge which I knew was made moist by raspberry jam. The ironing board clinked open  More la la singing  And the creak of a dress a shade too small for a waist. In the dream, I put down the book and walked to the kitchen door  And of course my kitchen ...

Our little semi-detached house in the suburbs this afternoon In the past six days, three winter storms have rolled in from The Atlantic: Dudley, Eunice and Franklin. When the next storms arrive, they will be Gladys, Herman and Imani. We never used to name our winter storms but current thinking is that by giving storms names , the general public will be less blasé about responding to them. There's a certain anthropomorphism going on.  Living here in Yorkshire on the eastern flank of The Pennines, we rarely feel the full force of Atlantic storms. By the time they reach us they have usually dissipated somewhat. The worst seems to be reserved for the south west of England, southern Wales and the north west of Scotland. On Saturday night, I thought I might have contracted COVID for the first time because I had cold symptoms and  suspected it might have been connected with my football match attendance last Tuesday. However, a lateral flow test yesterday morning was negative. Do...