There’s not a reason why I should be writing a blog, probably as there isn’t areason you are reading it. I like writing, and have always lived vicariously through the printed word, mainly by reading it.
I don’t live life to the full, and I have taken my lifetime to come to understand why not. But I do enjoy the life I have, and count my lovely blessings. They come in the guise of a home life which contains husband and teenage boys. I may mention them now and again. I didn’t always think I would manage to become part of my own family, so it constantly takes me by surprise. I live a two centre existence in the UK, because of being remarried. I live in different parts of the country, half a week in one county, half a week in another. It brings its complications, but has it’s advantages too. I have been living peripatetically for 8 years now, and the big downside is that friends don’t get alot of time. There’s always a cost.
To the nub of things. I like thinking. Sometimes , to help me to think, it helps me to write. That’s why I am here. And I like sharing. Sometimes. Hope to sometimes entertain, and sometimes to make you think too. There’s always hope.