My Life on a Plate

Night Blues

I don't know why but sometimes, last thing at night is when I miss my beloved dog most. I long to see his nose peek round the chair, pat his head before retiring, fill his water bowl, see him smile. (Yes he DID smile) It's unbearable at times, the pain of loss, and not a damned thing you can do about it. Life is so difficult at times.

Had a bit better sleep but heavy rain pelted on the windows, waking the negative side of my brain every few hours. Thought I was getting up really early, it was so dark, but it was much later than I thought. Going to get organised today, get my act together and try to start focussing on those things I've promised I'll do for a long time.

Got to go to Nottingham however and must not get distracted by fripperies. Must concentrate on fabrics and wallpaper; our bedroom is in desperate need of decorating. Not my idea of a fun day out but it has to be done! God, what a load of prattle.

Hoping soon to post a few new works, review some of my friends and sort out my favourites on here. It's amazing how quiet it goes in the mailbox when you neglect people. Really enjoying communicating with a new friend though. If the blog only brings you one new friend, then it's worth the effort.

Oh - Congratulations Charles and Camilla - You deserve each other!