Tomorrow…
In 1990 I met a man. I was 15 (but-16-in-nine-days). He was 23. I fell in love. So did he. ‘Tomorrow’ was our song… Will you be there beside me If the world falls apart? And will all of our moments Remain in your heart? Will you be there to guide me All the way through? I wonder will you? Walk by my side, and follow my dreams. And bear with my pride, as strong as it seems. Will you be there tomorrow? Will you be there beside me As time goes on by? And be there to hold me Whenever I cry? Will you be there to guide me All the way through? I wonder will you? In 1992, 5 days after my 18th birthday, we got married. And Twenty years later, here we are. I still fall in love with him every time he makes me laugh. Which is a...
Round em up, cowboy.
We are, of course, deeply embedded in wedding season. Which means rare blogging moments. The boys are doing way too much amusing of themselves during the day, whilst we beaver away till 2 or 3 in the morning, surface 5 hours later, and start all over again. But slightly less resentful this year – at least it’s money coming in, eh? And boys are older, and more able to entertain themselves. Usually the weather slides off me, but am tired of the crapness this year. Things are harder and more expensive in the permanent rain. Plus this is the third year in a row – and we DESERVE a heatwave, dammit! No.1′s not so good. Am going to chase his CFS care team today as we’ve still not heard a thing, but he’s not really coping with...
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