I WAS sat here this morning thinking I ‘should’ probably write a couple of blog posts. Perhaps do a review before sharing some thoughts with you all this morning. So after dropping Elsie off at school, I made myself a cup of tea, ate two slices of buttered fruit toast and tried to gear myself up for it. And do you know what, I just couldn’t do it. In fact,
DO you remember when collecting money was easy? When you were a child and you’d squirrel away some pennies and pounds (if you were lucky) in your little piggy bank that would make that amazing rattle when you shook it? Ah wasn’t life easy back then, in the good ol’ days? As an adult one of the hardest things when it comes to collecting or raising money I’ve found, is
THE end of the year is upon us. And what a year it’s been. Globally, I think we can probably all agree that 2016 has been a bit of a bleak-fest. Trump, Brexit and Aleppo as well as scores of celebrity deaths have left many of us reeling. But tomorrow summons a new dawn. A new year to get our excited mitts on and I for one cannot wait. 2016
What would they make of me? Those that have loved me and gone. Devoted loved ones such as my grandparents who played such a pivotal role in my formative childhood years or the close family friends who watched me grow up but are no longer around to see how I’ve turned out. Just what on earth would they think now, if they could see me and speak? Would they be
This morning. 6.16am. In bed. “Mummy, why are you and Daddy so worried? Why does Daddy keep reading the news?” “Because a bad man has been given a very important job darling, but don’t you worry, everything will be fine!” Oh the lies we tell our beautiful, innocent and loving children.
SHE’d been at school just one day. Just one day, when I heard Elsie say something unpleasant. Something that she would never say in a million years and something that I’d never ever heard her utter before.