This too Shall Pass

 Hello my friends, 

Phew, it’s been a difficult year so far. 

The recent threat of redundancy, has compounded worries of financial difficulties and complications in 2025, which has left me somewhat vague and distant and distracted at times. 

At 63, no one should experience such worries

No one 

I know several blog readers have reached out to me, sensing my worries and I’m grateful to them and to friends that have shown their offers of support and help without quite knowing what was going on in the usual whimsy world of Trelawnyd, Flintshire.

The gentle face full of sincerity from Mr Pozńan comes to mind

He and others have literally kept me going.

One foot in front of another

Bra straps pulled up to their straining limit.

Today, I’ve heard some news that financially I’m now more stable.

I won’t go into details but suffice to say it’s a relief

And relief is an understatement .

This time it’s not just serendipity that had seen me through,

It’s all my own doing,

But it’s a salient lesson of accepting the old saying 

This too shall pass

I’m working my fifth night in six tonight, and instead of feeling tired, I’m invigorated.

Trendy Carol’s hubby brought the dogs back after caring for them all day as I slept and affable despot Jason has called requesting further news about the village Show. 

My sister left a message too about going to see Downton Abbey 

And Chic Eleanor’s Darling I want you to come with me to…….voicemail has made me smile , rather broadly as I sit at the kitchen table with my bucket of coffee.

 The old John is back now. The one that isn’t frightened of what could be. 

The one that’s always pretending not to notice 

And I will leave you with this thought. As I  get ready for work ,I spy a large and rather foul smelling cat turd in the middle of my duvet .

Weaver stalked past shooting me her usual and you can FUCK  off expression 

And I am reminded that these animals will be the glorious death of me.