Worries.

I hate to think what it must be like to have a loved one serving in Afghanistan. One of Grahams best friends is out there right now, serving in 3rd Batallion The Rifles. I knew the guy at school, and went to his daughters christening in August. So when the news has just announced that someone from his unit has been killed, without giving a name, I immediately fear the worst.

This is for a guy I barely know. If it was someone I was close to, well, I don’t know if I could bear it. I really, really hope he gets home to his family safe and sound.

I don’t agree with the war in Afghanistan, but I have nothing but respect for our troops out there. Hell, if things had only been a bit different and health problems hadn’t prevented me from joining up I could have been out there myself.

Harley!

I don’t mean a bike, but rather a dog.  Harley belongs to someone else but I walk him three days a week when they are working.  He’s not a young dog, and didn’t have the best start in life.  Someone burned him with chemicals which left him with bald patches on his back, but now he is a happy, healthy dog with a loving home he deserves.

To say he is an old dog, he loves his games.

He likes a good tug of war too.  Graham does it better than me.

Isn’t he a cutie?  Anyway, as I’m not allowed pets I have menagerie of a different sort living on my tv.

Make far less mess than real pets, and don’t need feeding.  Don’t get much conversation out of them though.

Ah what the hell, Livejournal SUCKS.

You know I had forggotten about this place, until *ahem* recent events, and well, whats the point of letting a perfectly good blog go to waste?  I had moved over to LiveJournal, which is fine if the other people whose blogs you read are on LJ, but not so great if they are not.

So things have changed since I abandoned this journal.  My marriage came to an unfortunate end, but looking back through the old journal enteries to me it seems clear things were on the rocks a long time before it happened.  Things are about as ammicable as it can get with divorce, and those of you who have had dealings with Scott know from your own experience he is not a well chappie.

But you know what?  I’m happy.  Happier than I have been in, well,  a long time.  I have a wonderful partner, Graham, who I knew for 18 years before realising he was the right guy for me.  If he’d just told me he fancied me rotten at the age of 16!  We live on a goat farm a few miles from where we grew up, renting a cottage rather than working on it.  I’m a carer for my mum, and am hoping to start college soon.  Yeah, yeah, said that before, but things are really looking UP.

And friends!  I realised after thinking people only tollerated me because of Scott that my friends were just that, MY friends!  I have wonderful friends who accept me for who I am, and who are actually there for me.

I don’t play World of Warcraft as much as I used to, though I haven’t kicked the habbit completely.  But  I have other interests now.  Graham got me into collecting antiques.  I collect Carnival Glass, which I like because, well, its shiny, and you know how I am with shiny things.  That and the designs and colours are nice too.

Peacock and Urn by Northwood (Carnival Glass)

Of course Graham collects millitaria, which goes waaaay over my head, but I smile and nod whenever he talks about it and that seems to keep him happy.

Sadly, the hard copy of the  Doctor Who novel was lost in the break up, but maybe one day I will rewrite it.

Anyway, thats all for this entry.  Its good to be back!