Dark & raining here
That wasn’t ordered, either
Carinthia.xx
Dark & raining here
That wasn’t ordered, either
Carinthia.xx
I don’t think any of us hugging you makes up for that, but if it is any use, avanug, TFM.
Oh TFM you poor thing
Of course you feel like the sky is crying for your dear daughter
Parents are not meant to outlive their children
Have a hug and a box of tissues and a proper Ulster fry to pick at
No hug is ever wasted.
Why do we always remember these dates? And why the hell does it make any difference anyway, why would 365 days be any different from 364/6, or 237 for that matter? Like I said, daft.
And why should it not be?
Big Hugs winging their way to you, TFM
My Poppy candle is lit
Carinthia.xx
Because we stick particular numbers on them; because as a species we seek or impose patterns; because we measure things in years (because, orbit). Not daft at all.
And it’s not as if it’s only the anniversary you think of it. It’s just, for all the reasons above, and others, a particularly difficult day.
I’m sorry.
Hugs.
Gxx
Fevvery hugs for them as does.
Anna
for them as does that.
Yardarms are always useful
We can raise a glass to a lovely daughter who brought so much joy to TFM in her lifetime
Yes; here’s to TFM’s daughter.
A treat for Gus
sfx of a large bat lumbering off as fast as she can…
Some kinds of jazz tend to have that effect. Which is why the perpetrators, on the whole, prefer to commit it in small, crowded rooms with limited escape routes.
So you must really like sax playing so close to you Gus…
I fail to see the logic underlying that assertion, no doubt for good reason.
Your neighbouring sexyphone player in training Gus
I thought of you when I saw the sax played in a park
Shows the convolutions my mind goes through…
Ah. I think I may have been looking at your previous post from quite the wrong angle. Sorry!
No worries Gus
Has our Chatelaine been about?
I worry when she goes quiet
And I hope our TFM is being comforted
I’m here, & ok, I think
Still Hissing it down
Carinthia.xx
Possibly ease up a bit on the diuretics, Dahlink?
ow! That wasn’t very nice. Or ladylike. I thought you had sore elbows.
We’re home, after a rather wet journey. Had a great time.
I am raising a glass to Lou and her FM and TFD. Poppy candle is lit.
Soo xx