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Mar. 10th, 2017 03:52 pmI hate journalling. I can't even keep up with a paper journal for more than a few weeks before I give up. Problem is, I just do not like writing about myself. I just discovered that I have a journal over at DeadlJournal as well, and I have an LJ thought I haven't looked at it, or even logged in, for donkey's years. Do you remember when there used to be a ton of LJ clones? I had accounts at a fair number of them. Silly really, one, or even two are quite enough.
I won't make any promises, but I will try to update more often. Yes, I know, do or not do, there is no try. My therapist used to say that too. (No, she wasn't small and green.) But I reserve the right to try. So there!
Meanwhile, things have changed since last I posted in august 2011. We moved house in 2016, after losing two more cats on that dang blasted road. We're down to just Jack now. We spent six months looking at houses. There was the rather nice house with the summerhouse, that was in a village where there were just one bus a day, and a mobile post office a couple of times a week. There was the bungalow in a village, that came with 8 acres of land. Except that one would have to have one leg longer than the other to walk said acres. (In other words, very steep!) Eventually, after giving up for a few weeks, we found the perfect house. It was a bungalow, had a garden big enough for the hens, and was far away enough from the main road, so Jack would be safe. And it was just half a mile away from our old house!
So now we're in a hamlet called Rhyd-y-Gwin, in a house called Ger-y-Nant. It's big, for a bungalow, as there's an annex built on. We have 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, 2 living rooms, a sun room and a utility room. Pretty big! Other updates: we now have just two hens, Shelley and Buttercup. Daughter is living here and she's the ecologist in the planning department of our county council. Hubband is working hither and yon.
And me? Well, I'm just 3 chapters away from having written an honest-to-goodness novel! I'm a member of two Women's Institutes, but generally I'm just the same as usual. Daft as a brush. larger than life and twice as natural. If you remember me, do come and say hello.
I won't make any promises, but I will try to update more often. Yes, I know, do or not do, there is no try. My therapist used to say that too. (No, she wasn't small and green.) But I reserve the right to try. So there!
Meanwhile, things have changed since last I posted in august 2011. We moved house in 2016, after losing two more cats on that dang blasted road. We're down to just Jack now. We spent six months looking at houses. There was the rather nice house with the summerhouse, that was in a village where there were just one bus a day, and a mobile post office a couple of times a week. There was the bungalow in a village, that came with 8 acres of land. Except that one would have to have one leg longer than the other to walk said acres. (In other words, very steep!) Eventually, after giving up for a few weeks, we found the perfect house. It was a bungalow, had a garden big enough for the hens, and was far away enough from the main road, so Jack would be safe. And it was just half a mile away from our old house!
So now we're in a hamlet called Rhyd-y-Gwin, in a house called Ger-y-Nant. It's big, for a bungalow, as there's an annex built on. We have 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, 2 living rooms, a sun room and a utility room. Pretty big! Other updates: we now have just two hens, Shelley and Buttercup. Daughter is living here and she's the ecologist in the planning department of our county council. Hubband is working hither and yon.
And me? Well, I'm just 3 chapters away from having written an honest-to-goodness novel! I'm a member of two Women's Institutes, but generally I'm just the same as usual. Daft as a brush. larger than life and twice as natural. If you remember me, do come and say hello.
