Category: blogging
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The Shattered Bauble, by Rachel Mclean #fiction #Mystery #Review
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It’s Christmas in Lyme Regis, and DC Tina Abbott is looking forward to some well-earned time with her family. But then her mum Annie, true to form, reports a crime. The pottery shop has been broken into and the owner Peg, Annie’s friend, attacked. The evidence is scant. A solitary fingerprint in blood, but nothing…
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Ready, steady, go?
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I was really looking forward to the start of a new week and hopefully a better week. The sun was shining this morning, so I thought I was in with a chance. A chance to finally reach the bottom of the pile of jobs that has been slowly growing. I wasn’t sure if it was…
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Finding out the Hard way…
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I have been quiet this week, trying to come to terms with the latest developments. First, though, I had to get over the colossal disapointment that I wasn’t fit enough. I have been exercising regularly every day since last March. Have I been wasting my time, was the set routine just not good enough, or…
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Not fit enough to fix…
Yesterday was the appointment to assess the treatment for the aneurysm. I was nervous, wondering what would happen next. I understood all of the drawbacks, even the ones that made my blood run cold, and the risks involved, so I held my breath as the vascular surgeon appeared. His hands were warm, and he had…
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Silent Sunday: thoughts of Summer…
Another lovely sunny day with chamomile, happiness in a daisy… Wishing everyone a lovely, peaceful weekend… 🌼🌼
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Magical Moments…
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I have been taking slow, unsteady walks out into our yard lately. Part of the rehabilitation process, I suppose. The first few trips did not benefit me at all; I was too busy fighting the barely controlled terror of being outside, on my own. What I could see, looking past the fear, made the feeling…
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Soul Searching…
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Creating a post is taking longer than usual, so I found myself looking through the folder that holds some of my sister’s best poems. Always inspirational at the best of times, her poems were like a soothing balm this morning. I couldn’t choose which one, so you can enjoy them all, as I did… Always…
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No Man’s Land…
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Although I have been making good headway with my latest mystery thriller, it has come to my attention that I may not be around to actually finish it. A morbid thought, and I have no real idea where it came from, as I intend to finish it, one way or another. Ever since I was…
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The Magical Hedge…
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Ever since I noticed the forsythia peeping through the green privet section of our hedge the other day, I have been having lots of looks through my office window, just to see the rapidly growing clusters of yellow flowers. This hedge, 30 feet long and usually the bane of my life when it needs trimming,…
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Spring Sunday…
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I finally managed to stagger outside, desperate to see what was going on. I could see something peeping through the foliage of the hedge, and I was really hoping it was the forsythia. It was, and looking better than ever. And boy was I surprised at the rest of the progress, most of my favourites…