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The Empty Nest – One heart open for business.

To say my world was completely tipped over is an understatement.  Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – Happy Birthday to me…

Another year, another birthday. Time passes whether you want it to or not. The daffodils still deliver their yellow trumpets of hope after the wet, dark winter. The bluebells fill the woods with their glorious scented carpet and the sweet … Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – Two years and counting…

It’s finding that balance between remembering you and not allowing those memories to stab me in the heart each time I must find. Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – Now We Are Sixty

I don’t know what my 60’s are going to bring. I don’t want to know. All I hope is that it is better than what I’ve been through recently. That somehow I will come out of this void, find a little bit of fun and perhaps a sprinkling of fairy dust for good measure. Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – A year has passed…

Dearest Nick So we’ve made it through our first year without you. How can that be? How can I not have spoken to you for 365 days? Not heard your voice, kissed your cheek or seen you smile? How did … Continue reading

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The Empty Nest -A letter to my love on our anniversary.

I exist in two lives now. The surface one when I don’t think about you. This is the one that gets me through the day. Then there is the real one underneath. Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – A life in the morning of…

‘I’m stuffed. It’s all rubbish.The train goes in an hour and I can’t get anything to stay on.’ Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – Into Each Life some Rain Must fall – Longfellow

There are times when my bed is my sanctuary and NOBODY else can be there. Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – it’s not all about sex and drugs.

Woops, you may have a bell but mind my back you cycle, road hog! Continue reading

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The Empty Nest – ‘Vows made in wine’

…the sun was shining, the chatter in the room was LOUD, we had bonded with the delightful couple on our table who were on a weekend break from their young family and we’d bought a couple of bottles for Christmas morning. Continue reading

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