Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
I noticed you weren't blogging, but thought you were just uber-busy. I should have emailed to see how you are :( sorry.
I've always thought of you as a tough old bird, meant in the kindest manner of course, but I know you are not. I do think you are a survivor though.
Hugs.Sometimes life is completely overwhelming and a game I really don't feel like playing.
River, I have been busy. I'm still cleaning out a 10x12 room and I keep getting interrupted but there is a clear space in the middle of the room. And I did find "Charlie Jade" and will send it this week.Andrew, it's just that everything suddenly came right and the tension toned down and so did I, flat down.New owners for the Home who take over next March/April so I don't have to worry about finding a new place, the staff will be the same and their catering staff have already taken over the kitchen and the difference in the residents is amazing.EC, I never thought I would miss Abbott and Hockey, isn't Parliament boring? But I bet there are dark things wandering in the undergrowth. Turnbull is the same snake with a more honeyed tongue.
I have been describing it as the same pig, with better lipstick. You are, sadly, very right.
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