The rain is hitting the window like iron nails and the wind howls banshee-style around the eaves. It’s perhaps not a night for walking.
Every night my husband and I take our dog and walk for 30-45 minutes. Most often, we look up at a black velvet sky with swathes of starry ways, even the occasional shooting star…
Hurry!
Get a move on!
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‘Creativity is characterised by the ability to perceive the world in new ways, to find hidden patterns, to make connections between seemingly unrelated phenomena, and to generate solutions.’
So you see it isn’t all arty-farty, you know. All painting, sculpture, writing and so on…
On this dreadful day, as we all wonder about Paris, a post such as this has little relevance.
I wrote it before the events in Paris and offer it up as a gentle escape for a short while…
Once upon a time there was a Jack Russell.
He was born at a well-known JRT kennels but he had no aspirations to be a show-dog.
He just wanted to have fun…
When the winter ills hit the house and one vacillates from being Super Nurse to not quite so Super Wife and back again, one’s attention span is pretty short.
So what to do?
