a life I’ve decided. This amazing decision was taken sat up in bed drinking my fourth cup of tea of the day. Two teddies accompany me in my slothfulness, let’s face it, that in itself is a worry? What woman of my advanced years needs one teddy let alone two? Am I losing the plot I idly wonder? The sea once again is dead flat calm, no wonder immigrants think now is the time!
Just asked hubs what did I do in Goudhurst on a winter’s morning at 9.15? His reply shook me...
‘Go up garden, look for stirrings in the veg plot, early frogspawn in the pond, sit in the greenhouse with a mug of tea. Admire the view of the Weald.
All these things gone in the mists of an ill formed decision.
And now we wait for the call. No not the BIG call, the one to see if we are Ludlow bound.