I can chatter away about surprising kisses, pet dramas, roses-around-the-door village life and the zombie apocalypse and at the same time adding to the mix some "hilarious" historical story of nursing from years ago but reality has a real arsehole habit of biting you when things are on the up and then dragging you down to places you really don't want to go.
My divorce is proceeding...and....needs to be paid for
It looks as though I will have to sell the cottage and find myself something "smaller" for me and the dogs and Albert
It very much looks as though I will have to move away from the village which has been my home for the past thirteen years
The uncertainty of the past year continues to overshadow me and I wonder just how many times I can hike up those bra straps to soldier on