Well its been a while since I posted anything here so I will start with the more important stuff. My grandaughter Rhea has a heart murmur caused by a small hole in her heart. She has now been seen by a pediatric cardiologist from Great Ormand Street childrens hospital and its good news. The hole is small enough that she will not require surgery at ( Read more... )

So here I am again-blocked on twitter by my favourite actor, Adam Baldwin, only this time he's not kidding and just yanking my chain, I am totally blocked, completely cut-off, and it not only sucks but it hurts too ( Read more... )

So the thing is that Adam Baldwin, my all time favourite actor and distant friend, has blocked and unfollowed me on twitter. All I did was ask a question about a film he'd made. Its not my fault that he chose to make a soft porn movie; I wasn't even asking for specifics about the film (which I have on video and have seen) just the number of titles ( Read more... )

I received this poem in an email. It could apply eqally to the U.S or the U.K.

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,

HE LIVED ALL ALONE,

IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE,

MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,

WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,

AND TO SEE JUST WHO,

IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,

A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,

NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,

NOT ( Read more... )

I was devastated this morning when we found our beloved pet cat, Cookie, dead in the garden, she was only 11yrs old. Not that old by cat standards. She had been fine the night before, she was eating and behaving as normal, we had no reason to suspect that anything was wrong, and yet this morning she had gone ( Read more... )

The question is quite simple really, what makes a person a friend rather than just an aquaintance? The answer is a lot more complicated than I realised. I have people, online friends, who I have never met in real life, yet I still consider them to be friends; and then there are real life people who I would not call a friend but rather an ( Read more... )

As most of my friends know I tend not to drink alcohol. I usually say its because I dont like the taste, which is true, but there's more to it than that ( Read more... )

The loss of Emy Louise, my future grandaughter, has bought back a flood of emotions and memories. As Jodie and Steve have to come to terms with the loss of there baby I can't help but think back and remember mine ( Read more... )

Following the loss of her baby, my grandchild, my daughter spent a few days here at my house. Its just a house, not a home; a home should hold memories and not just be an empty shell to protect the inhabitants from the elements. These past few days have been the happiest and the saddest all rolled into one. Having Jodie here not only helped both of ( Read more... )

The day my daughter and her boyfriend told me that I was going to be a grandmother was one of mixed feelings. I was happy for the couple, although I would have preferred that they had found somewhere to live first. Of course, it was all my husbands fault for losing his job and then eventually, eight months later, finding a new one that would mean ( Read more... )