Pot of gold

A gift from my lovely friend Morag
She knows that rainbows remind me of my mum.

Her other presents to me were a Les Dawson joke book (we are Ada and Cissy - don't ask), and a handmade scrapbook full of daft photos from my days working with her as a teacher. One of those gifts that is so thoughtful, it made me cry. But in a good way :)

I miss her every day, but it just means that we really appreciate any time that we do have together so much more. And that can't be a bad thing.

This blip thing. It's addictive.
There are few places where you can be completely yourself,(warts an' all)(not that I have warts), and yet feel accepted. Usually such candour is reserved for old, very good friends. Not a bunch of faceless strangers. But somehow, you're not that at all. Such warmth, humour, support and kindness is shown that I feel like I am in a good place.

Weirdos together..... ;)