In the same way I used to like snow and now can't stand the sight of the stuff, my passion for roller-coasters too has all but vanished. The events of the Bank Holiday weekend just gone could be likened to a roller-coaster ride; although the subject matter is too harrowing to discuss here, I can't thank the two women pictured (they know who they are) enough for all their love and support.Thank you - I love you both dearly.
I'm sorry to hear that and I hope that whatever it is settles down and straightens out (or whatever it is you need to happen or not happen) very soon.
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DeleteThank you C. I sometimes think if I wrote this blog using a nom de plume I'd write in greater length about some of the things that worry me. But this blog was never destined to be a Dear Diary and, as such, is 99% filler anyway: I'm much happier talking about obscure B sides or my Top Ten favourite biscuits than issues of the day. But every now and then I just jot down a few words which just by the very act of writing them down make me slightly less worried. Does that make sense?
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DeleteI've had to promise Jenny I'll use her beautiful hands the next time I'm being deliberately vague.
ReplyDeleteI'll see if I can't write something about biscuits next time. Or even obscure Slade B sides. Both subjects close to my heart.
I hope things are OK xxx
ReplyDeleteThey are now. And, God willing - strike me down now Lord - that's the way they'll stay. J xx
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