We had more sad news this morning, my eldest daughter
Jen lost her beautiful Westie in the early hours of this morning.
Banjo was fifteen and a half and had a wonderful life.
I remember my son in law bringing him home for the first time, hidden inside his black leather jacket, a little bundle of white fluff, eight weeks old. He was a great little dog who gave back twice fold the love he was given. It has been a sad year regarding the pets in our family, first Cally, then Ella and now Banjo. I hope they are all playing together with Henri in dog heaven:)
We have had a busy day here in the Shoebox. We have rearranged the living room and made some space.
It took from 9o'clock this morning until 4o'clock this afternoonwith a half hour break for lunch. A lot move lifting, moving and removing but it looks good now.
I am back to work tomorrow, hopfully getting backin the groove with my eating also.I haven't been counting
calories the past few days. But all my books and notebook and pens are out and ready for
Yet Another Fresh Start.
We had home made chips tonight, first I have cooked in over a year. We had chicken escalope, chips and beans and it was gorgeous.
It has been a strange week, the holiday was not what we had hoped for.Then the worry about mum and being in limbo about wether or not to go up. We would have been happier going to Scotland but we know Heather was right, mum would have been quite upset to think we had cut short the holiday to get up there. We will be going up when she has her follow up appointment. Ralph has been very quiet, not wanting to eat, wanting to be busy all day. He was wonderful when we had the call about Banjo, but then went back into his busy mode. I have learnt that this is how he copes with and kind of stress and we just get stuff done. I am used to men hitting the bottle or worse when stressed so this is all new to me.