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Not in Kansas anymore

This little chap scuttled across my path on my way back from supper this evening. We’re a long way from the sea but we’ve had some tempestuous weather so perhaps he was sucked up into the air and deposited here. I hope it’s not too arduous for him.

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I'm aware that I haven't posted much on here in the last few days. I've been rushing around like the proverbial fly for the last week. At last today I've had a little more time to reflect and catch up on stuff and I'm trying to use that productively too. As I'm...

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Every time

Every Time We Say Goodbye

by Ella Fitzgerald

https://open.spotify.com/track/5FSiKZldtWDSeSC1GQklMA

This afternoon my lovely Boywonder flies back to Montreal for his new university semester and, because he is required to take extra elective subjects, he won't be back until June. It's the longest he's been away from home and I shall miss him hugely. I've been trying to put this to the back of my mind all through his 18 days with us and I'm not taking him to the airport but I am finding it almost impossible to cope with at the moment.

When I was the Boywonder's age - he'll celebrate his 21st birthday in Canada in a few weeks' time - I was never homesick. To my subsequent shame, I didn't ever look back, and when I was at home, I longed to be away but he is much more of a homebody and I think he's finding it hard too. I'm wondering whether my parents missed me this much when I went away.

My friend Ann, who sits next to me in choir, reminds me that this feeling never goes away. One of her grown-up sons lives with his family in Australia. He came back for a family reunion this Christmas and she hadn't seen him for 2 years. Even before he arrived, poor Ann was fretting and upset about parting from him again and I understood perfectly well what she meant. I suppose we all move on, we have to, but the feelings remain the same. 

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Not in Kansas anymore

This little chap scuttled across my path on my way back from supper this evening. We’re a long way from the sea but we’ve had some tempestuous weather so perhaps he was sucked up into the air and deposited here. I hope it’s not too arduous for him.

Buddleia globosa

Colds are miserable

Mondays

A picture of grief

When I’m out with the boys, they often run to this lady to beg her for treats. She and her elderly German Shepherd bitch sit and enjoy the sunshine, dispensing biscuits to friendly local dogs. They are well-suited, the 14 year old rescue dog and her owner. They’ve both seen a lot of life, and they’re devoted to each other.

Oscar and I were waiting for wandering Raffles on Crab Hill Field this morning at the end of our walk and spied the lady trundling towards us, slowly, slowly leaning heavily on her sticks. No dog. The dog died on Monday.

“I’m so sorry. You must be devastated.”

“I am. It’s like losing a child. I feel lost.” 

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    I know these doors are supposed to be the ultimate in high security but I despise them. I mean look how ugly they are! White UPVC, no definite sense of style nor era and the opening is both tiny and a trip hazard. How on earth are you supposed to transit safely with a pushchair or a wheelchair or two over-enthusiastic or muddy dogs?

    You can’t slam them if you’re for flouncing out of the house in an inchoate rage. The most sound you can hope for is the wheezy, squeezy sound of UPVC against UPVC. They never look nice. I say ban them

  • Excellent long read article.

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MsAlliance

MsAlliance

I live in Beckenham, suburban London and, having worked in travel, industrial materials, recruitment advertising, and diversity consultancy, I have devoted the last decade or so to raising my children, of whom I am incredibly proud. Latterly, I have spent time developing my singing; caring for my two dogs and expressing myself through my blog and, especially, on Twitter.

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