We soon found a Vodaphone store. I immediately inserted my new sim into my old phone and texted both my daughters to let them know my new UK cell phone number. The text to Pix in the UK went through no .

A blog from the author of Pale Highway. A Celebration of YOUR Top Coffee Moments. One of my top .

An open platform for Indie authors. 1 Thursday fun n frolics. Ed Frey author of BITTER HONEY. Jonathan Ojanpera the author of WATCH. Penny Luker the author of Tinny. Rechristened Indy café to Indie Adda.

The sand caresses their side,. Grazing the hills to and fro,. Nor even a care where they go. While the days gently float by,. Underneath this Welsh sky,. On days like these,. Across this Celtic sea,. I have come to terms with the day.

Reflections on living with and caring for animals. Himself, us, furniture, floors, blankets. One of the kittens, last week.

Here there were no porches, nor swings, nor naughty boys to whisper in your ear. There were no lazy Summer afternoons full of laughter, the chatter of birds in the trees and she had long ago forgotten the touch of the breeze.

A view from the inside of going through the mindfield of the british benefit system if you are disabled. I started this blog to make people aware of the challanges I have faced and my continuing disbelief in how a benefit system treats those who are in desperate need. Please feel free to follow me, or even if you want to reblog, go right ahead. I hope you enjoy reading this blog as much as I have done writing it so far.

With my body burning and face red. I travel miles, to meet my angel. The mortal being with stethoscope and a white coat. I tell him about my sickness. Night chill, fever, weight loss, dizziness. He listens patiently while I complain. Once I am done, I am pushed on the bed. And needles are inserted in my body. My infected blood, taken away from me. My internal organs, examined. Prescription full of medicine, given. I thank him and kiss his hand.

Had a lot to do today but will be back tomorrow. Looking forward to catching up on your wonderful blogs. Windows, windows, windows. It does annoy me that women are still not being appreciated enough. Not one of the groovy ones. I Am In A Place.