Me Myself and I

Yes! after days of clouds and drizzle, a little brightness has appeared, I shall be able to walk the dog without dressing for a polar expedition. This winter does seem very long and a bit meh! I do like cold and frosty days but they seem very rare of late.    This weekend I am going wedding shopping with daughter number 2- the bride, and daughter no1- the bridesmaid. Plus lord knows how many other peeps. This is my first two-bride wedding and I am really looking forward to it. Me and the husband were having a proud parent chat the other night, two smart and funny daughters, both with careers they enjoy, both living in lovely houses, and both with splendid partners. We think we did ok.    Two of my sewing group friends have just been to Iceland, not the shop, the country,  they are both quite "mature". They loved it, the scenery, the people, and the chance to learn more about our planet. They inspire me with their zest for life and their love of people. Good la...

I follow a few blogs and have found other blogs through them. Recently there seems to be a spike in trolls airing their silly little jibes and petty thoughts on several of these blogs. I don't understand trolls, If I think somebody is a twat, I want to stand in front of them and call them a twat. I want to see their face and hear the intake of breath, Where's the joy in lurking in front of a screen with no connection to reality?    I wonder what the troll is like in real life? Is there a specific type of person who becomes a troll? I tend to think of the troll as a middle-aged man, Daily Mail reader, probably single, Maybe quite shy as his views are probably not mainstream, possibly not very intelligent.  So there sits my troll figure, in his small bedroom (elderly mum is probably downstairs), munching on Pringles, probably in his underpants in case he wanders across some porn on the internet, Will he have posters of totally unattainable women on his walls? Oh...

Well another week begins, A death this morning-expected but sad, and the remnants of the womanflu still linger. The dog is getting very short walks due to my lack of energy, Which is a shame as he is on a proper shagging marathon at the moment. Dirty hormonal little sod.   The weather has been bloody awful, so dull and damp, even the squirrels seem subdued. The footpaths around our area are muddy and slippery, not very pleasant. Plus the rat is back in the garden, oh joy!   In other news Trump still seems hell-bent on upsetting every sane person on the planet. We still have no idea what to do with all the plastic we create and dump, plus a big employer (Carillion) has gone tits up, great start to 2018 for all its employees!    Well I am a happy bunny aren't I? ........... Maybe I should drown my sorrows in a nice cup of Earl Grey, yup, enough of my misery!

Wow what a week. Dearly beloved passed me his germs and I have felt totally crap. I haven't had a cold/flu thing like this since....ever! I just feel so bloody weak, shuffling along with the dog, coughing and spluttering like a consumptive. Bloody horrible.  Moving on, I found out today that a lady I have known for 45 years has been admitted to hospital for the final time. I last saw her a few weeks ago and although she was frail and stooped, she had the same glint in her eye that she's always had. She is one of those people who really would give you her last pound, her house is always warm and welcoming and she knows ALL the best gossip. She remembers everyones birthday, however old you are, you still get a card. Her husband died many years ago, but her house is always full of friends and family, The kettle is always on, and you will be fed (like it or not!). I hope the end is quick and painless for her. Many, many people will miss her. Myself included.     The da...