My Daily Sigh. Evening, don’t look! I returned home after a week away to find substantial killing had taken place but sadly, not a lot of clearing of dead bodies! My kitchen window sills look like fly graveyards, and I’m not talking sweet currant slices here. I didn’t know how you could tell which flies …
My Daily Sigh. Evening, I hope for little miracles every day. Maybe one day, someone might bring the washing in and put it all away. Maybe, one day my children might go shopping and come back with what I expected, and not the deluxe expensive items that make you wish you’d gone yourself. Maybe, one …
My Daily Sigh. The Easter break is finally upon us and my inability to say no to chocolate knows no bounds! I was so cold, tired and in need of a strong drink after work, that a glass of strawberry laden Pimms found its way to the side of my hot bath. Such decadence. Ugg …