Ugh life stinks.

(or how to count your blessings without really trying)

This is why I hate the summer solstice. It's now the end of September, life is ostensibly crap, the fibromyalgia is acting up, it's cold, damp and dark. My office mate and friend will soon be going elsewhere (bully for her at least!), my nice boss has been replaced by someone else. (Tisn't helpful to publish further thoughts on said else) My Illini, Worcester Warriors (stop getting binned you nitwits!), and Carlton Blues are losing/have done lost. Shall I continue my whine?

Meh. Precious little will change between now and the vernal equinox.

I should be getting an order of bulbs from Fedco, roses from Vintage Gardens and my loverly shrubberies from Cold Stream Farm within the next few weeks. At least that's something.

And it will shortly be the 2nd anniversary of the first round of my initial (and so far only) bout with FSGS. I'm very thankful that I haven't had a relapse. Staring kidney failure in the face is a scary preposition, and it's the sort of thing around with which you do not mess.


A photo of my sock beasties Bill Whale and Polly Bunny just because they are good and make me smile.