When Wendy was staying with us, and having chemo and radiation, she went off food.
I scoured the shops looking for things to tempt her.
The only thing that worked was ice-cream.
Today, I found a tin of mushroom soup that she couldn’t face.
It expired in January.
It was delicious.
Nothing like living dangerously.
She died a year ago in July.
I still miss her like crazy.
The wind is still howling.
But my brother is parked next to the tree.
So I don’t care.
I can be a bitch.
I have just had a nice hot shower and washed my hair.
And am now sitting with damp hair.
I know that isn’t too bright.
However, the last time I went to the hairdresser I told her to cut it short.
And she did.
Now, if I put a hair drier anywhere near my head my hair stands straight up.
I kid you not.
It looks as if someone has just told me real hair raising story.
Or I have just stuck my finger in the wall plug.
Anyway, two posts in one day.
Bring out the Ark.
I think I am getting my mojo back.
You will notice I have been going through all my old photos.