For Julie Bo because she is my friend.

And 12 times checking in deserves a post just for you!

Even though I have little to say today.
I can tell you that today I accepted that I just do not 'get' ice cream. How do people ( like everyone else in my family) love it so and feel able to eat it every night at 7pm as though life will just not be complete unless this ritual is observed.
It hurts me, no kidding, I try to eat it sometimes, just to join in, I put some in a bowl and sometimes add strawberries or pie and then I put it in my mouth and it just hurts me, a big old head full of ice cream headache. Then I try to shuffle it about my mouth to warm it up and stop it hurting me, all that does is spread the hurt...I can eat it in a cone, when I just lick it but a spoonful? Why do I keep forgetting that a bowl of ice cream is no more than a quick trip to brain freeze via the big hurt route?

Or, I could tell you that even though it is July, July 9th even, Summer...I have just had to go and find my fluffy thick socks because it is COLD..and be darned if I am firing up the central heating in July, so thick socks it is then and a cardi if I can't warm up soon.
It has rained since I got home from Boston ( which seems oh so long ago now, I think maybe we had a day of sunshine but I forget because certainly for the past week it has rained, persistently, solid, cold, beating down rain.
I have whined on my blog about it, obviously to such a degree that some precious soul sent me these....



With a card that hoped they would help chase the rain away...and they did, indeed. Not literally, we have still be hounded by heavy downpours that have not relented for even a moment today, but in my heart and soul the sun shone all day.
I know that my husband didn't send these flowers, he has been known to look askance at anyone carrying flowers, so sure is he that such a gesture is for the recently departed ( although he did actually bring me carnations in the midst of our latest Sophie debacle) So, H is out.
I think I know who it is but I am so hopeless at guessing games I shan't mention who I suspect, just that I am sure it is someone who reads my blog and maybe could be accused of being obsessive in her checking in for updates!
Whoever sent them, what a kind and thoughtful thing to do, what a precious and heartwarming way to start my day, thankyou. Really, thankyou.

I am gratified and reassured, when reading blogs of the other Boston visitors that everyone is as flummoxed and speechless as I am about the whole experience.
I am beginning to come out of the fog, being able to stay awake longer and focus when I am up and about. I am also feeling a sort of desperation to know when we can meet again, not necessarily soon but just to know that it will happen again. I dream of it being here and make little plans of where and how...and may even have thought out some little ideas that would make it splendid and less expensive to do. I wonder if I can make it all sound so intriguing and inviting that certain people begin to ponder and dream? Oh what a cunning plan that would be!
It may include castles and ancient spas, winding old streets and a hotel run by my son....enough..for now!

My mind is full of things to do in my home, my mind and my body however have yet to chat and get in sync, so nothing is actually getting done you understand, but Oh how my head has changed things around here. Anyday now, I will do what I think through. T'will be a miracle.

I think this is it for today..pathetic I know, good though that there isn't a newsworthy message for me to share, no news is good news they say and I will run with that for now, I shall also keep my eyes open for blog fodder, preferab;y of the hilarious and side splitting kind, we like those ones, don't we? Yes, we do.