Propose in Haste, Turn Silver at Leisure

On this date seven years ago, Graham asked me to marry him, having sought my parents’ permission a couple of days before. He had intended to propose the next day (a Saturday) but was so nervous that he jumped the gun. Continue reading “Propose in Haste, Turn Silver at Leisure”

From Eternity to Hair

First, two firsts.

For the first time since at least October, I have worn a symbol of my married status. Although I have lost two and a half stone since Christmas, I still can’t get either my wedding or engagement ring on. Happily, my eternity ring is back on my ring finger: Continue reading “From Eternity to Hair”

Choppy Waters Still Run Deep

It has been a mixed bag of a week, including some great times with the kids; emotional and physical tiredness; brain fatigue; my worst seizure since early May; a visit from a different wing of Garden Force; and, a warm welcome from our new neighbours.

Storming Start

My big seizure happened last Sunday. I had pushed myself a bit too much (it really doesn’t take much) on Saturday Continue reading “Choppy Waters Still Run Deep”

It’s Moving Day!

Well, almost!

The majority of our furniture from our “old” house is moving into the Hobbit House today. We have to leave a few things behind due to lack of space in the bungalow, including a sofa and Jennifer’s double bed. Jennifer is moving into a much smaller room than her old bedroom. Thankfully, she is beyond excited about her new bedroom, not least because of her chosen colour scheme (pink, purple and “golden” (not “gold”)) and new cabin bed, which includes a slide to come down from the bed! Continue reading “It’s Moving Day!”

A Delayed Post: Better Late than Full of Hate

I’ve been struggling to write a blog post this week. It’s not because there’s nothing much going on and, thankfully, there have been no mishaps or dramas. It’s because I’ve been pre-occupied with writing (in my head) a post about issues that have made me angry whenever I have (rarely) thought about them for most of this year. They bubbled up on Sunday. I did the modern-day equivalent of what Abraham Lincoln did: he wrote letters to people to express his anger and/or disappointment and then threw them away without sending them. I am glad that I decided not to publish a post in haste only to repent at leisure.

Back to our regular programming of updates about my health, happenings and the Hobbit House. Continue reading “A Delayed Post: Better Late than Full of Hate”