Life has been busy chez nous. We spent a number of days cleaning Peter’s deceased brother Frank’s home unit – which belongs to us. Frank’s children emptied the place of furniture and so on, then walked away, leaving us with the mess – and Frank’s eleven-year-old cat to deal with. We haven’t caught the cat…
I haven’t been sleeping all that well of late. That’s not a good thing in some ways, but on the other hand, it means I’m awake before dawn, and I can pop on down to the beach to see what the sunrise has to offer. Mostly, I go to the same place each time, where…
Good heavens, it’s 2015 already. Whodathunk? December 31st 2014 has, at the stroke of a clock, become January 1st 2015. It’s one of those times, a cusp, a watershed. Or so it would appear. We have to remember to put 2015, not 2014, when we write a date, and when our birthdays arrive we’ll be…