Blessed are the fruit
May the lord open
Here I am late to the Handmaid's Tale and I can barely function from the binge watching and reading of it. I am horrified and outraged and moved and agog.
Today, I did a bit of gardening. A mooch round people's blogs - Suzanne - I keep trying to comment but I don't have the right privileges or something! Anyway your post where you talked about the bathroom cleaning - I laughed a big laugh!
I've started on with a bit of dressmaking. I've pottered about.
I've just done my online shop - properly! I need to go to bed now.
Not much to say. I'll document here that yesterday, sadly my Mum.s eldest brother died. It's one more loss. The sadness is just like a thick unpenetrable layer of sadness. Uncle Keith was 82. He had been in a nursing home for 6 years after struggling with his diagnosis of Parkinsons. He got covid in October and whilst 'recovered' he was very frail and just like a shell really. It doesn't make it any easier. I have very fond childhood memories of him. He was a lovely man and we will all miss him.
Born to my beloved Nanna Ivy and Grandad Fred, he was the eldest of four children, next was his brother, my Uncle Roy, my Aunty Sylvia came next then my mum. He married Auntie Pat who is super lovely and they have two children, my eldest cousin Paul and then his sister Diane.
Lots of love from