Me, or something along those lines

Why is it that writing can be so difficult? Sometimes I find it hard to get the words out, and even avoid opening the blog page.  This is more surprising since I can TALK about ANYTHING in continuous flow if I meet you face to face.  In fact you will have trouble stopping me….


If I go places and am quiet, people say ‘what is the matter with Sally?’


So I will start as if we are face to face – and this time you will have to turn me off to shut me up – at least I can be sure of not offending, as I will check this post before I publish it – can’t be so easily done with talking.


I will be 64 just after Christmas.  I was born in Musselburgh, outside Edinburgh.  It was the middle of winter.  A few days old, my father and grandfather took me in my pram for a walk, hoping to show me off to the neighbours – but it had been snowing quite hard and they were the only ones out!!! Dad is disappointed to this day…

Apparently I was a cute baby, though I don’t look so convinced here.  I don’t know who the little friend was, a son of my parent’s friends I guess.  I am holding a comfort item – a ‘woolly’, which was a lacy cardigan – I kept this til I was about 9 or 10, it shrank further with every wash. I was not a skinny child – look at my cute plump legs

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I have always enjoyed eating – you may notice there is little on my face, it all went in my mouth!!! The same is true now, and I have the photos to prove it!

I have such a great family

Lets start with the ‘locals’ – my son, his wife and their two sons.  We all live together, and have done for the last 17 years.Why? Why would I like to live with all these people, take care of 2 little kids, after my own children have grown up?

Well, circumstances brought us together, and it all worked out well!! So we kept it up.

Among the benefits, I don’t come home to an empty house, which I would if lived apart from them – after Tara left home it would have been just me.  This also means that I don’t live on jam sandwiches and boiled eggs… which would be the case if I lived on my own, cause I am not that keen on cooking.

The financial aspects are also useful, as it takes just as much power to light a room for 5 people as for one, but does not cost 5 times as much – and so on.

Of course, that might be offset by the fact we run 7 computers – one each, a server and a media server…

Apparently I was a cute baby, though I don’t look so convinced here.  I don’t know who the little friend was, a son of my parent’s friends I guess.  I am holding a comfort item – a ‘woolly’, which was a lacy cardigan – I kept this til I was about 9 or 10, it shrank further with every wash. I was not a skinny child – look at my cute plump legs

I have always enjoyed eating – you may notice there is little on my face, it all went in my mouth!!! The same is true now, and I have the photos to prove it!

I have such a great family

Lets start with the ‘locals’ – my son, his wife and their two sons.  We all live together, and have done for the last 17 years.Why? Why would I like to live with all these people, take care of 2 little kids, after my own children have grown up?

Well, circumstances brought us together, and it all worked out well!! So we kept it up.

Among the benefits, I don’t come home to an empty house, which I would if lived apart from them – after Tara left home it would have been just me.  This also means that I don’t live on jam sandwiches and boiled eggs… which would be the case if I lived on my own, cause I am not that keen on cooking.

The financial aspects are also useful, as it takes just as much power to light a room for 5 people as for one, but does not cost 5 times as much – and so on.

Of course, that might be offset by the fact we run 7 computers – one each, a server and a media server…

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