Bucket, Bewildered Brain And Blessing.

Right, that's it!  Enough, already.  It seemed that every time I was about to formulate a blog post, something else would happen that meant that I would suddenly find myself not formulating a blog post.

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.

Our Movements.

Where am I?  Ah yes, I seem to have experienced a movement.  When I actually have more time, I would like to share my movement with you.  No, not that type of movement!  I'm referring to the movement of my belongings from one location to another location.  To the movement of my son's belongings into a temporary location until his own place is ready to be occupied on August 18.  To the movement of Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar who is staying with me for one week.  

I've gone beyond busy as my movement entailed attempting to organise a double movement.  Getting my son sorted, along with all the bureaucratic miscommunication, has left me totally exhausted.  

Yes, speaking of movement, there has been a lot of crap involved.  I feel jet-lagged and considering I'm still in the same time zone, that makes it doubly weird.

I shall now try and do some catching up in blogsville.  That and unpack a box.  Further details of the most stressful movement ever in my life, shall be published shortly.  The positive thing is that I'm very proud of how well I coped while those around me were freaking out.

While trying to somehow get back into the blogging community flow, I've switched comments off on this blog post.  

In the meantime, if you would let me chew on your fingernails, that would be greatly appreciated.

This is a sneak preview view from my new home.