I've been so much in the blogging background and lacking in interaction that getting the momentum back has been a most daunting task.
I started writing this post over a week ago. Then I heard this dripping noise. I should add that the dripping noise had nothing to do with me or Penny the Jack Russell dog. I looked over at the light fixture on my living room ceiling where drips of water were plopping down onto the carpet.
My bewildered brain realised that water coming from a light fixture was not a good idea. Yes, my brain had a lightbulb moment. I started feeling a bit pale because I needed a pail. Off to the kitchen to find the bucket. "Ah bucket!", I mumbled. "Ah, there's the bucket under the kitchen counter!"
Bucket lined up below the drip. Make emergency phone call. Two guys stared at the stains on my ceiling, noted the drips from the lighting and concluded that I had a leak. As in the ceiling had a leak and not me. Brilliant and what observational skills.
Ceiling is now fixed but the bucket remains for a little longer.
So, after more than a week, here I am back to finish this post.
The last few months have challenged my vulnerable mental health well being. Then a small moment of magic happened that more than made up for the torment I've been experiencing. Paula, a dear friend of mine who lives in south Wales, was checking out the loft in her house. She discovered some photo negatives. Yes, remember the days before digital cameras. When she realised what the subject of the negatives were, she contacted me and sent the developed photos.
My son, Tristan, Penny and I, are most grateful for Paula taking the effort to bring back some cherished memories of the past. Thank you, Paula.
I'm guessing that these three photos are from around early 2001. My son is 12 and Penny is about 3 months old. Oh and the old dude would have been 46.
