A little Christmas Eve magic
Before we moved to France, Michel and I lived in a house a few steps away from the one I grew up in. My family was one whose roots ran deep. My grandfather, who...
Before we moved to France, Michel and I lived in a house a few steps away from the one I grew up in. My family was one whose roots ran deep. My grandfather, who...
I am out of energy. It’s been a struggle to keep up with everything over the past few weeks. A little while ago I quietly admitted to myself that by the time Christmas arrived...
As someone who has increasingly come to dislike social media, I have surprised myself this week by signing up to one more platform. And not only that, but actually enjoying it. Bluesky has been...
Moving house is widely regarded as one of life’s major stressors. It’s something which Michel and I have never really done. Not in a conventional sense of packing up one house and moving straight...
Early yesterday my friend messaged with the news of her dog Alfie’s death in the early hours of the morning.
With just 10 days left in the month I am drowning in overdue things which need me to sit at my desk and complete.
Cerise enjoyed sampling a range of sofas on her holiday, Angel preferred a busy walk and Albert was happy with it all.
I credit Renae’s well adjusted approach to life to the early, happy years spent with canine friends like Rupert and Watson.
Over the past 2 years Albert has become a worrier. I’ve struggled to know how to help and a few months ago sought professional help. I wish I’d done it sooner.
Tsuki’s a family member’s Italian greyhound and he’s been with us for a month. He’s very different to what I’m used to and that’s a good thing.