She who does not do waiting had a very weird night last night. For some reason she dreamt I was off to australia, I was emigrating and she, well she was not.
So as you do much of this morning was spent reassuring her that i was not off to Australia any time soon. The course of true love.......
This afternoon and down the drive came a long standing mate of ours and the therapist was definatly "in". She has a 20 something son who is, like so many refusing to leave home.
A master class in tough love.
Talking of which, there arrived a serenity.......
Some therapeutic chainsawing was organised and of course much axe waving went on as well.
Sooooo as I sit here and she rests in the bath both fires are roaring heartilly.
Well, they are now the big stove has taken gross exception to the weather and atmospherics and showed no intrest in being a fire, sitting there moodily sulking in a teenage fire sort of way, it got to the stage where I was considering petrol....
Eventually transplanting part of the little fire into the big fire box seemed to do the trick.
All is well, all is warm, well less cold anyway.
R
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Well written article.
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