Well, yes I am here!  I am back where I was before... I left here two years ago, and was here for a month on and a month for a year!

Having a day where I am either happy happy happy... Now I just hit a wall in my head. I only want to have good days please from now on.

How do people accomplish that? Or do they really? I want good days or extra good extra special days.

I just walked into town, freezing... well, just cold I suppose! Sunny and bright with a cold wind, I had earache before I got to the bridge! Took ten minutes to walk up the high street and back down it again!

I bought one thing I needed, and forgot one thing! Chocolate!! Now I have none! Zero, nada! Great! Lol

And lastly, I dreamt of an armadillo a few nights ago, strange though it sounds, I was holding, carrying around an armadillo for the whole length of one of my dreams... One could wake up not thinking about that, or laugh at it, but, well, you know me... a little, or a lot, and so I had to check it out, kept forgetting, now wish I hadn't looked at all! Because its a strange one forsure....

To dream of an armadillo represents your feelings about unbearable resistance. Forsaking all happiness or comfort for the sake of surviving or persisting. Putting up with conditions that most people consider terrible as though they were normal. Disbelief or shock at how much adversity or negativity someone else is willing to put up with. You or someone else that feels comfortable never thinking of anything nice for themselves.

Alternatively, an armadillo may reflect your extreme sensitivity to change or risk.

A sign that you or someone else may have a big problem letting go or relaxing. Being too accustomed to never enjoying anything

Memory:

A man from the farm, he used to water down the milk, they watched him from an upstairs window, and later asked him 'why did you water down the milk' he said not enough for the calves otherwise... He once went to Aberystwyth, about fifty miles from there, he was old, and had never seen the sea... When he came back he said to them "You should see the size of the lake there!! and there was a 'uman there, looking out towards the sea, she was throwing something, 'arf naked too she were!"  'She' was a statue there, casting a wreath out to sea... Still there I guess.  Must have been there when I met up with my cousin there last year... Seems hard to believe someone wouldn't have seen the sea nearly all their lives so close to it...

'We' went out yesterday for lunch which was wonderful, an old place that used to belong to a local Lord and Lady, and one where the lady I support used to visit as friends... must feel strange going in there now, with the flotsam and jetsam!

The Wye

Blossom Time

 The other day I walked down to the Wye, climbed over a very dodgy stile, it didn't have foot rests either side, so was more of a waist high fence, with the other side being lower than the roadside by about a foot!  Which proved more difficult for the climb back over... and I waited for no passing cars, just in case I fell!!!

The Wye

The river twists and turns just here, so not a great view from either way... There was a train line running parallel to the river and road here, can't work out how they all fitted in, time to Google!!

TTFN
Marian