I have said it before and I’ll say it again – I really should listen more closely to my cat!
In the storms at the start of March the cover off a mobility scooter blew into my back garden and hung up in a tree. 272 more words
After a badly broken night I rose around six thirty and made coffee, then leaving Tigr to sleep on I took a walk through the bright but chilly morning to the Early Birds session at the Village Pool where I spent a lovely goldfish type hour mindlessly swimming Sunday morning ‘lanes’. 564 more words
These last few moon dark nights have been bitterly cold, yesterday she crossed from the wane to the wax and I bought a new coin purse, my old one broke some days back but I could hear my Great Grandmother’s words, its unlucky to buy a new purse until the moon is new so I waited. 980 more words