#mourning Trending Posts - Proof of Brain

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8 months ago

No taste, brain fog and just getting on These photos - and this post - have been sitting in my drafts for a week. Let me explain: not only was June the first anniversary of The Husband's death, but I seem to have…

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11 months ago

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Musings around mushrooms - with a risotto on the side Search Hive using the key word, mushrooms and my account name and you'll find a bizillian lot of posts in which they're either

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12 months ago

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The week that almost wasn't I began the week in the afterglow of having been very spoilt for my first birthday on my own. I had worked hard on not making a fuss - or letting anyone el

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3 months ago

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Navigating people and new boundaries I have been – still am – dealing with a few things at the moment. Yes, some of this is associated with learning how to navigate my changed circumstances. However, it’s exactly…

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12 months ago

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Fishy things - holiday food indulgences III Just on a year ago, The Husband and I returned from what was to be our last ever holiday together. It was marvellous. as an aside - When returned from holiday, I began a…

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6 months ago

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Mid-winter things Last winter was cold. This winter was colder - in both the figurative sense of last year - but also in the literal sense. It took a while to arrive, but when she

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9 months ago

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So, the seasons turn This greeted me at 8am when I arrived to set up for last Saturday's market. The lifted, the sun came out and warmed us. I admit, I am not looking forward to the frosty mornings…

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about 1 year ago

The Freedom of Princess Eribor *Miles, and miles, and miles. The veldt is red earth beneath my feet. I’ll never stop galloping, never stop beating the earth with my hooves

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