A rebel without a clue.

After a frenzy of activities I am sat on the sofa in the lounge. The clocks tick and Ruby breaths deeply on the edge of my awareness. Suddenly she decides to sort her bed out and pulls the throw around her. It's her way of getting comfortable: she circles into a nest and gathers the bedding around her. Maureen and Tony left me a huge portion of Moroccan Lamb Pie (a Börek I think) which fit so perfectly with the butter beans and tomatoes, I'd baked a couple of days ago, that I could burst: this morning I weighed in at 12st but it'll be a lot grosser by Thursday teatime. The French dry white wine has washed all its goodness into me and I feel I am drifting towards an early slumber. Lola is at my sister's tonight which is a relief as I'm pretty exhausted from all the doggy activities, plus doing several things for my mother this morning. Last year's Travellers have returned to the Wetherby Ings and I ponder if they ever would if it was still the mosquito marsh it o...

She's such a good girl! Our Lola laid by my side, in the strange house, all night. Ruby likes to sleep on mummy's bed so no problem with them both wanting to be with me. We got up at 5:30 and I'm waiting for Lola to begin buzzing for her food shortly. She's getting closer to 7 with me. Giving too much attention to Ruby first thing does make her a little unhappy and she clearly got between me and her just now to tell me she is the most important dog in my life. *** How to live the good life? Do I live an authentic existence doing what makes me feel whole? Or is there a hole there waiting to be filled by a truer existence than I have in Wetherby? The journey which Michael and I will undertake, the first I've ever had to step back from, and not alone to dominate, will be a possible way into authenticity? It's important to shine through this opportunity of sharing The Way - Pilgrimage. I've heard some positive news from Dulwich Parish as there will hopefully be ...

Lucozade and grapes is what we gave the infirm... To see a grey horse fall on a racecourse and to be trampled underfoot... These two are wonderful. This morning we were together all the way. Lola has taken Ruby's space and Ruby is wrapped in Lola's throw. I've come upstairs and neither can be bothered to move from their particular righteous spots, apart from one another: there is a small chance they could cuddle up to each other and sleep not so solitary! Another couple of chapters and I am done. They're still downstairs, apart and serene, soon they will both bother me to belong alongside once more?