A new life

Well, the problem with losing an old life is that the only thing that can replace it, is a new life. And they don't come all prepackaged in Tesco.

Looking for a new job sort of counts, even just a little bit - and today I phoned about two. I also phoned about a new thing I would like to do. I am currently getting assessed to do respite care. See, here's how it goes ladies - the government will give you money and a baby and a cot, for however many nights a month you want to do it. Ok, it's not quite like that - but it might mean looking after a small child in my own house becomes a possibility.

Why would anyone want to do this? Answer ; because they like children, and don't want to scare boys away by saying - fill me with your little babies.

I would not do that - I'm teasing.

I got back to pixie land after a NASTY virus ate me last week - and they said, oh good to see you and how are you? I was like - who abducted the pixies brains - did my deputy bribe them?

My dare to you - do one thing, just one that you think is a bit mad today - and if you want specific dares - then please, ask me, and I'll give you them.

Thanks v much

This is a BIG BIG thank you blog. But first a wee story.

There were two houses who lived next to each other and the bigger house said - hey, let's support each other and get cosy. So the little house said - yes, that'd be grand. Two years on, the little house said to the big house - so why don't we turn into one house, after all you did suggest it.
There was no reply, and the little house looked and discovered the big house had turned into a big pile of ivy, growing up the walls.
Oh, dear, said the little house, I thought you said you would support me.
I can't, said the ivy, I 'm not a house anymore.
Then the ivy turned back into the house, and then back into the ivy, and back into the house, and blah, blah, blah.
Right, said the little house - are you a house or what?
Or what, said the ivy.
So the little house said - nothing whatsoever, and moved away from the revolving ivy/house.
THE END.

To everyone who has poured in love, tea, prayer, listening, wisdom, patience, more tea, more wisdom, more listening, and more tissues - thank you for your support. Here we go, my little life lesson -we did it two years ago, now it's time for a repeat;

You can do everything right. You can invest in good things. It may still go Tits Up. Not nice tits up - not all cuddly, but more like, argh, ouch, ouch, a bad thing is happening.
Doesn't matter - keep dreaming, keep hoping, keep attempting.

In the mean time - the little house, got it's heart broken. When it says it's fine, it means - I am broken. Broken means - in half, and pretending to be ok. That takes some time to mend properly, and may even taken quite a while.