I have just popped in to see what you have been writing and to leave my odd bits of news.
Yesterday marked 16 years since the death of my beloved Margaret,I spent the day quietly and took a stroll along the beach to our favourite place and sat awhile. it isn't the same place now,where we used to watch the little fishing smacks heading for home and the sun setting behind the Isle of Man now all I see is 300 windturbines sitting motionless,big useless chunks of steel and plastic filing the horizon,Margaret would have hated it as much as I do.
This morning I headed to mother's to delivery and pick up the family Christmas cards. We had a good old natter and my sister Pat arrived as well.
I left there and hit town for what I hope will be my final visit this week. It was absolute mayhem I was pleased to clamber aboard the bus homeward where peace prevails.