• Words

    2018 – I am changed

    Sitting on his leather sofa in front of the fire and surrounded by the contented snores of sundry animals, I pause to consider what this year has meant to me, to us, and who has been a co-conspirator and fellow traveller along the way. Two main themes leap out at me as lie in His arms in the limbo land between Christmas and New Year. Those of endings and beginnings, the Alpha and Omega of life if you will. Many of you will know, indeed will have so kindly offered support through the last year of my dad’s decline and his death in late September. There is no getting away…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – double act

    One of the great things about meeting fellow twits is that if you invite them to come to the toilets with you and take their tops off for a #SinfulSunday picture they not only don’t blink an eye but they also join in with gusto. This week you get two for the price of one from me but don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week

  • Words

    Curiosity killed the cat

    I am curious – I must be, my bio says so! At times this has got me into trouble; such as when I continued to open the Pandora’s Box of kink regardless of my husband’s desire to keep it jammed shut or when I have agreed to meet people that perhaps on reflection I would have been better not to have.  I tread a fine line between wanting to explore, valuing honesty and clarity and feeling the need to protect not only my own privacy but that of those I care about.  We all have our reasons for needing to guard some aspects of ourselves more closely than others and I…