Grief is such a funny thing. A few weeks ago I was feeling so mixed up and sad and now here I am today, the anniversary feeling fine.
Its been a funny weekend. I've not really done much at all despite having lots of intentions to do housework and stuff. Instead I've just pottered about playing on Phil's new pC which is very nice. The screen is so nice and sharp and clean its a joy to use. Not really an excuse for spending money I don't really have on stupid games or time I should be using to do other things. OH well life has been busy just lately and the next few days or even weeks leading up to Christmas will be busy so a quiet slacker weekend won't really hurt.

Its turned really cold this weekend which is typical as I gave all my coats except a small jacket away in the summer expecting the autumn to just linger on till Christmas like it did last year. Instead we seem to have launched straight into the winter now and I am sitting at the pc listening to the wind whistle around the house and rattle the dry leaves against the wall and up the path. Its a day for staying in and being cosy and later after dinner I shall settle back with a glass of red wine and drink a toast to Dad and welcome the start of the winter.
I am generally not very good with winter but am determined to find enjoyment in dark days and cold nights. It will be fun to scrape ice off the windscreen and cosy to wear thick socks and wooly jumpers and sit in the dark with candles glowing.

I've been thinking about Peter H and am really not sure how I am feeling. I do like him alot and he could be my rescuer or my ..... oh well