Women are from Venus Men are from Mars.
I get that.
There really is nothing more powerful than a circle of women .
Strong, unbreakable, inspiring and much more
Women’s best friends are stronger often than blood.
Or at least that’s my experience.
Women’s friends often know them better than their partners .
They are the duct tape that hold each other’s lives together.
How do men manage without that?
I have a few close women friends and I know without doubt they have my back and I have theirs
Free thinkers, poets, dreamers, rebels, square pegs hippys women who walk barefoot and arnt afraid to be exactly who they are.
Make no excuses take no prisoners. Who dance in the rain.
Honest funny, loving. Passionate
I love you
I am truly blessed.
It’s six am I’ve done three loads of washing, emptied the dishwasher fed the cats and the geese put washing on the line lost my cup of tea twice
The September sun is shinning it’s a beautiful day.
I’m picking up my mother and father in law at nine taking them to hospital father in law is being admitted nothing serious.
You see I joke with my hubby I tell him he got me to come back to Wales under false pretenses.
He promised me a family a Mam and Dad .
That was fourteen years ago.
His mother is four foot f@@k all and scared the shit out of me.
No one was good enough for her boys. Typically Welsh mammy.
They should write mammy on the police cars in Wales there would be no trouble!
So back to my story some English woman was never going to cut it for Nancy’s boy.
I tried everything. But she was vile she was cutting critical so I left her to it.
Always encouraged my hubby to call.
Then nine months ago his father became I’ll and suddenly she changed!
She refares to me as her daughter. I was slightly scared wondering how long it would last.
But here we are.
The universe listens
So Nancy is alot older so am I .
But we are family
I’m taking Mam and Dad to hospital.
Saying something so simple makes me so happy.
Now where are my car keys 😊
Canalside Aberdulais is the place I love to be.
No where near as posh as Brecon
Or Mumbles by the sea.
Our road has a million pot holes
Passing walkers have been know to flea.
When chased by a gaggle of canalside geese
Walking slowly past is the key.
Gargoyles on the cottage wall.
Rosemary by the door
Kitchen you couldn’t swing a cat.
But I couldn’t ask for more.
It’s my little piece of heaven
No where else I’d rather be
Neighbors who are salt of the earth
Who can fix anything with a cup of Welsh tea.
There’s no place I’d rather be
Wood burning stove and hubby I love
It’s the simple things that make a home you see ♥️