>25th DECEMBER - Sunday

3rd NOVEMBER - Thursday

 Well pain is at level 7/10 but it was worth it  -  lunch at Playwrights never disappoints!

Ryan, our waiter, was everything a waiter should be, and more - he happily put up with my quips and rambling!

Either I eat really fast or Greg eats very slowly but, that aside, was a very enjoyable time.

Back how now to catch up with eBay orders..


2nd NOVEMBER - Wednesday

Please forgive the extended silence. Lots of things have combined to hold me back from opening up my life and heart on here - all this is about to change.

'Watch this space' as they say!


4th JULY- Monday

Well, another new week hoves into view, I wonder what of good or ill it will bring.

All as God wills, who wisely heeds
to give or to withhold,
and knoweth more of all my needs
than all my prayers have told.

Enough that blessings undeserved
have marked my erring track;
that whereso'er my feet have swerved,
his chastening turned me back;

That more and more a providence
of love is understood,
making the springs of time and sense
sweet with eternal good;

That death seems but a covered way
which opens into light
wherein no blinded child can stray
beyond the Father's sight;

That care and trial seem at last,
through memory's sunset air,
like mountain ranges overpast,
in purple distance fair;

That all the jarring notes of life
seem blending in a psalm,
and all the angles of its strife
slow rounding into calm.

And so the shadows fall apart,
and so the west winds play;
and all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.

                                                                                                             John Greenleaf Whitter (1807-1892)


5th APRIL- Tuesday

Forgive me dear diary for my 2016 silence so far.  Not exactly emerging from the dark night of the soul, but in many ways adjusting my life physically, emotionally and mentally to the latest demands of this creaking frame known as my body.  All I can say is, thank God that the body is only the home of the soul and we're not stuck with it forever.

Had a wonderful time at the university earlier today, one of the most enjoyable visits I've ever made there and I look forward to more in 2016.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 


Some coffee shops closed today so Michael and I ended up in McDonald's!  Slumming it on the first day of the year - not a good start!

Let's have a New Year hymn:

Standing at the portal
Of the opening year,
Words of comfort meet us,
Hushing every fear;
Spoken through the silence
By our Saviour’s voice,
Tender, strong and faithful,
Making us rejoice.


Onward, then, and fear not,
Children of the day;
For His Word shall never,
Never pass away.

“I, the Lord, am with thee,
Be thou not afraid;
I will help and strengthen
Be thou not dismayed.
Yea, I will uphold thee
With My own right hand;
Thou art called and chosen
In My sight to stand.”


For the year before us,
O what rich supplies!
For the poor and needy
Living streams shall rise;
For the sad and sinful
Shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble
Perfect strength be found.


He will never fail us,
He will not forsake;
For His eternal covenant
He will never break.
Resting on the promise,
What have we to fear?
God is all sufficient
For the coming year.


                                                                                     Frances Ridley Havergal (1836 - 1879)