May 31, 2013

Feline Friday (40)

Here's my cat, Boaby , having a little game with his's never fun when it's your turn to be the seeker!




May 28, 2013

IVF-ing Good Luck....!

My baby goes today for her IVF implant. The eggs fertilized first time and are set to nestle. She's had a bit of an uncomfortable time with the fertility treatment but she got there!  I can't begin to say how lucky a little bambino would be to have parents like Kerri and James. They both humble me. What a happy blessing and wondrous journey it would be to be raised by them. And what an extended family of delightful nutters to be protected and surrounded by!
Mother Nature wasn't quite doing her job when their paths crossed and science has had to intervene. But MY baby can take on Lady Luck, too. She's a bit of an all rounder you see, not afraid of much. Not even second attempts. As for me, I'll be crossing everything that's physically possible and maybe just give The Big Man a little palm call.  I know he also specialises in a mini miracle..........or two.  †

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May 27, 2013


Wisps don't last very long
The dispersion of blood into water, silken ribbons caught by bared branches
Smoke infiltrating every possible pore, dancing up by the ceiling
Hair in hot baths. The thoughts in my mind.
All swishes never really duplicate just hold similar.
They fascinate me. As you once did.


May 24, 2013

Hued Have Guessed It....?

I have reluctantly enrolled in an art class during the school summer holidays. I needed quite a bit of convincing as I'm a latent doodler and love the sound and feel of scritchy-scratchy pencils and charcoal shadings but I'm bravely going to be reaching for the brush with all it's textures, silky swishes, colliding and clashes

They say art in itself is a form of magic, so I'll be wishing those little splash introductions of colour and powder-lust will eventually bring the finished article to life.......


May 04, 2013


Staggering!  Yes, staggering.  The amount of crap The Cheaper Half says I store.  I may not be quite as enthusiastic as the hoarders you see on TV but how could anyone bin this...?

This postcard arrived in an envelope with an adult hand written address on it lest it never getting here at all. It's from my son's best friend, Oliver who was six at the time and taking a break in the Highlands with his family.  I simply adore the spelling.  That's the magic bit!


These kind of things, through the ages, I have stuffed-full suitcases with. All in a cupboard next to the window in the very unlikely event of a fire. Both lads are 19 now and neither Adam or Oliver remembered the card.  Boy, are some in for a surprise on my demise!  Oh, yes, I'm a major bucket-dodger me! The girl just can't help it.