It’s Friday… finally. The end of another working week… for some and for others like me it’s the end of the school week which means… for me that my kids will with absolute certainty steal the computer out from under me to play whatever PC orientated game they can find while I concoct devious ways of luring them away from the PC so I can write.
Oh, the life of a mum of four. It’s hell I tell you. Send wine and chocolate. Actually scrap the wine and send Chardonnay, cause I hate wine and beer. Actually most alcohol. Unless it’s Baileys or Writer’s Tears. Yes! Look it up that stuff exists. Cost a small fortune. But it was worth it.
Because… Writer’s Tears… enough said.
I digress.
Winter is coming and truth be told I love Winter. I get to pile on the blankets without apologising. I’m always cold.
And with Winter comes birthdays along with anniversaries of things that I’d sooner forget because no matter how hard I try I’m almost always a wreck by July 24th.
Life is fleeting and I’m trying to not let it pass me by. I’m trying to get my words out into the world.
It’s really all I’ve got tonight.
Oh, and this rose from my garden.
Isn’t it pretty? I’ve been promising myself a red rose for years, partly because I loved the rose garden in my parents backyard and partially because I just love red roses.
Okay, so I’m not that wicked, but I am weary.
