R's rue

I’ve just been sent this song from a friend They have had , I suspect, a couple of scoops And are tired and emotional. We’ve all been there on a lonely Saturday night/ Sunday morning, have we not? My mother would often ring people late at night “ for a chat” Those were the days before mobiles when a phone call late at night would always mean bad news . Often , that assumption would be correct , as my mother could spout drunken rubbish for hours. Nowadays, our mobiles know who is calling. And we don’t answer. from Going Gently https://ift.tt/5tCLwjT

On Friday afternoon, I held Phoebe's hand and walked her up our garden where some immature apples had fallen too early from a tree. She picked one up and inspected it. "Apple," I said slowly "App-le!" "App-le" she said. "App-le..." A magical moment. Phoebe is eighteen months old now and she keeps bringing extra joy into our lives. She was on holiday in France recently and we missed her a lot. Conveniently, the holiday coincided with Simon's death and the days that surrounded it. For two weeks we were free  from our regular child minding duties. I copied the following four pictures from my daughter's Instagram page... In the second picture, she is stroking the concrete figure of a cat that sits on a paving stone atop the grave of our cat Blizzard. In the last picture, she is rocking like crazy on her little blue horse even though it appears to be still. Such joy. The apple of our eye. from Yorkshire Pudding h...

 I had surgery yesterday to replace the baclofen pump with a new one. It was more intensive than I thought. I have a two week recovery. I may blog, but I may not comment as much. Thank you for your support from R's rue https://ift.tt/ZoXdHUM