Brokenhearted

It is Wednesday morning and I am sat at the computer.  The girls are next door making all sorts of cards and my son is upstairs.  I am sad today.  Sat on my lap is my gorgeous moggy George.  He is 18 and dying of cancer.  Since his diagnosis he has been living on my…

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Making Memories

On Sunday the weather was glorious and the coast was beckoning to us; so we all piled into the car and headed to our favourite beach, and made it just in time for a picnic lunch:

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