My children are back home, the house that had stood empty, quiet and tidy during their absence is now back to a noisy, chaotic, messy home - yay! Funny, isnt it,I had looked forward to some quiet time on my own, but when it came, I turned into a mardy moo!

 In my previous blog, I said I had spent most of my time thinking,  I ve come to the conclusion that I shouldnt think when I'm a bit low, having a blip, whatever you want to call it,as it means I tend to blow things up out of proportion. I sit there and brood over small things which get bigger and bigger with each passing hour. Instead, I

Ive had the house to myself since Friday morning - the first time since March.  This  girls are away all weekend, as thier father was getting married yesterday. I've no feelings either way about his marriage - we ended our 9 year relationship some 7 years ago, so any feelings I had for him have been long gone. 

 Ive been a bit of a sadsack these past couple of days, mooching about the house, with little idea of how to occupy myself  - I start a task, get bored, and move on to something else, only to be bored with that a few minutes later!

 My time has been spent thinking (always a dangerous

Time to count my blessings, I think.

 Two years ago, on the 11th of October, my friend died. She was only 38 years old, and had 3 young children under the age 0f 7, and a devoted husband.She was an amazing woman, full of life, humour, and love for her family. She left a lasting impression on all who had the fortune to meet her.  To have your life snatched away from you like that makes me realise just how fortunate I am to wake up every morning breathing.

The past year has taught me so much, that no matter what life throws at you, you can recover, become strong again and look to the future.