Grumpiness breed grumpiness
We are all cross in our house at the moment.  The girls both have hacking coughs and slimey colds.  R and  I are recovering from sickness bug that wiped us out at the beginning of  the week.  It's raining and its cold.  The problem when you're cross is that every escalates it.  It's all too easy to snap over trivial things (like burnt gravy...oh the loss of beautifully crafted amber nectar)

Today I feel: sad.
Today a friend has been sentenced to 3 years in prison.  She has 2 teenage daughters who will be adults by the time she is released. There's no question that what she did was wrong (sex with a 15 year old student). She will never teach again and will be on the sex offenders register indefinately.  I feel sad because she has lost 3 years of her life, 3 years of her daughter's lives and 3 years

Dear Reader,
I wonder, if you blog, how often you think about your readers.  Who's reading? Who's making snap judgements based on what you write? Who's shed a tear in response to your own happiness or sadnesses(?)...?  I wonder what relationship you create in your head between yourself and your reader...if any... Sometimes i write because i want to clarify thoughts i've had..  Sometime i write because

Hope for Perfection
R has been away since yesterday, home tomorrow.  It's interesting that, in his abscence, jobs around the house i wouldn't otherwise automatically do have been done without complaint.  The kitchen is tidy, the laudry on, the children's stuff put away and clothes are waiting to be folded.  However, when he's home it's always a battle of wills as to who can outlast the other as squalour steals

"The Guest" and "Pieta" by Rosemary Wakelin
The Guest The pain being over now I feel the sense of loss. To see, to touch caress and kiss can never be the same as when my body was your home. Then you were mine and yet not mine. For when you stirred (although that was our secret) I knew the life contained within me was not me. You were my guest. My body housed your need until it grew too great. and though for a little