A few words on a Facebook page, purloined here, has prompted my photograph taken at Cabopino a few years ago.. 

Christmas makes me spike high with expectations and down with loss, missing, broken dreams.. 

Childhood hopes mainly I think... 

Haven't got the tree up yet, but it's here and waiting, delivery man asked when he dropped something else off yesterday!! I wonder if he remember everything he has delivered to everyone!! WoW! That would be impressive! 

Maybe at Christmas going far far away would work! Of course, I'd only be there when I got there, so I am guessing not! It's good having my things around me, but they do feel as though they're not where they should be, where they were, for twenty three years.

Nothing to report today! Rained a little last night, sunny now! And this isn't a weather report Blog! Although I have noticed last couple of weeks they've had snow down south twice already! Not seen any up here, want to say up north! Bit I'm in the East Midlands! Phone wanted to say East Islands... Sounds nice! 

Needing a new Tattoo, sorry aunt Rita! Thinking little scarab beetle? 

Okay,. get a little bit random now, just chittering on now! 

Update on knee? Still bruised, still a lump and still hurting! Post surgery.. still have issues!

Funny how even when I'm not feeling too great myself I can still lift others, still raise positive thoughts. We never do listen to ourselves do we.

It occurred to me yesterday, also, I spent fifteen years feeling as though Spain was my home, while I waited to move there, then lived there until last year, apart from the short break in Wales, still had my home there... And visited as much as I could. Thirty-six years is a long time to feel at home somewhere, to feel in the right place, to see what I used to see every day.. and feel at peace... Until I didn't.. 

Although when I visit, it truly feels like coming home.

M.

Things we lose always have a way of coming back to us again

Harry Potter