...At the cross.........

Being a teacher, marking books, having kids on report, a cross means something ....probably does for you too from your school days....it means you've done something wrong, or got something wrong.

I've felt like I've done something wrong (and I'm paying for it) for the last three years. Since I turned 50, so many things have gone wrong it's been a bloody nightmare....my Mum dieing, the Boss' dad having a stroke, my sister having cancer, my Dad's problems with his hands.......the loss of Geoff my work colleaugue, so unexpected......and now.....I haven't said anything on here before ...but the Boss' brother is seriously ill in hospital following a huge motor cycle accident 10 days ago.

I know it's just an age thing ...as you get older..people die, or get ill...but it just seems like we cope with one thing......and along comes another to test us a bit more.

Sometimes it's hard to remember all the good things that happen....the birth of Charlie.......the Boss, the S & H, the Daughter and YH.........my friends, hebs, D & V, B & S, the fishing boys, my colleagues at work...and of course all of you on blip. Maybe I just need this school year to end, get some decent sleep, relax over the Summer and come back fighting fit in September....sometimes it's the simple things that keep you straight....like looking for a photograph each day, seeing a baby smile, hearing a friend laugh.

God, I'm maudling tonight, apologies...........gotta snap out of it!

Das vidanya moy padruga.