Thursday, 7 January 2016

The Year Now Starts Differently ...

for me in December ... the next year on without my deceased hubby ...

I am now attempting the plans set, when a new series of symptoms came along last Autumn, during my recovery back to life ... a trip or two away to rest and get plenty of the requested medicinal air by two different estuary's and tributaries ... and at the same time interacting with life generally ... 

Today ... 

I again had to adjust plans when I became lightheaded ... no matter ...  making life as enjoyable a possible ... so wound down the day earlier ... it is another special day ... today ... A week tomorrow I plan a special meal for the day falls on the day hubby was laid to rest. 

Living With Communal Halls ...

These were only cleaned a few days ago and already a trail of chips, cigarette ash and a torn off payment advice slip just fallen onto the pathway to our homes; following on from a kinder toy shell dropped as soon as the floor was cleaned ... it is very much reminiscent of the bread trail in Hansel and Gretel ... 

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