We are heartbroken in the Caley house. We’ve had to say goodbye to our little old lady this weekend.
My son is going to be so devastated not to have his best friend and four-legged partner in crime by his side.
17 and a half years old, I’m sure you are ready for a decent rest.
Thanks for looking after us all this time, we’ll miss you.
I’m sure Laddie will guide you over the Rainbow Bridge.
Love always, the Caley Family. xx
They Will Not Go Quietly
They will not go quietly, the pets who’ve shared our lives. In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survives. Old habits still can make us think we hear them at the door Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor. Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be, And, sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly. And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill, That one place in our hearts belongs to them… and always will.
Happy St. George’s Day everyone! Are you doing anything to celebrate it?
I love a myth or legend. There is something in that ancient art of storytelling. It’s amazing that some of these stories have managed to pass down over the ages.
A bit about the legend of St. George:
St George is most widely known for slaying a dragon. According to legend, the only well in the town of Silene was guarded by a dragon. In order to get water, the inhabitants of the town had to offer a human sacrifice every day to the dragon. The person to be sacrificed was chosen by lots. On the day that St George was visiting, a princess had been selected to be sacrificed. However, inevitably he killed the dragon, saved the princess and gave the people of Silene access to water. In gratitude, they converted to Christianity.
It is thought that the dragon represents a certain type of pagan belief that included the sacrifice of human beings. Possibly Drivel but who can really tell.
My favourite version of St George’s Day:
In the book, Dracula by Bram Stoker, evil things are said to occur on St George’s Day, beginning at midnight. The date of St George’s Day presented in the book, 5 May (on the Western, Gregorian Calendar), is St George’s Day as observed by the Eastern Orthodox churches of that era.
(Excerpt from Dracula, 1897) “Do you know what day it is?” I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again: “Oh, yes! I know that, I know that! but do you know what day it is?” On my saying that I did not understand, she went on: “It is the eve of St. George’s Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?”
Whatever you chose to do, I hope you all have a great weekend.
Sometimes a quote pops up on social media and makes you halt the endless doom-scrolling. This happened to me today with this:
I love notebooks. Always have. When I was younger I used to often save my money for shiny new stationery or notebooks. Whilst most kids dreaded the end of the summer holidays and the inevitable return to school, I loved it, and the highlight, getting your new school things for the year ahead.
Over the years, I have got slightly fussier, I now have notebook preferences. Ideally, I like a hardback and it has to close (ideally with a magnetic fastening or an elastic one), this keeps my stash of post-its in there until I do something with them. I prefer plain or even better dotted to lined, as it allows me more creativity.
My husband even knows, any pretty notebooks are always welcome gifts (although they may be for admiration purposes only rather than actually written in).
With a busy household, it’s not too often I find myself alone, so I often have to snatch these moments here and there, with a handy notebook to hand ready to catch any ideas at the time.
Some people hit the gym, the pub, do yoga or many other hobbies that give them the time to themselves that we all need, for me, it is writing. That’s the place I am most at peace.
Over to you, do you love a notebook and have a preference of style? How do you relax?
I don’t normally post pictures of myself on here but this weekend I had the joy of becoming godmother to a very special little lady and I’m bursting with pride so I thought I would share my happiness with you all.