Housekeeping

A very quick post, for it is late and I need to go to bed.

Two things I need to mention:

Firstly, thank you to all of you who commented on my post about Dad. It helped more than you know, and thank you for the time, good wishes and messages of support. I owe one of you a proper email response and I'll do that over the weekend.

Thanks, folks.

Secondly, my last post seems to have started a sequence of comments that have wandered off in an entirely unintended and unexpected direction. So much so that I felt a couple of comments were rather nasty and leading to the LJ equivalent of a fist fight.

Well, enough. I have screened the comments; I'm not deleting them, but I don't want open war on my LJ either. You may still comment on the post if you wish (though it is already disappearing into the mists of LJ history), but only I will be able to see them.

Goodnight, one and all, and thanks again.

B

Housekeeping

A very quick post, for it is late and I need to go to bed.

Two things I need to mention:

Firstly, thank you to all of you who commented on my post about Dad. It helped more than you know, and thank you for the time, good wishes and messages of support. I owe one of you a proper email response and I'll do that over the weekend.

Thanks, folks.

Secondly, my last post seems to have started a sequence of comments that have wandered off in an entirely unintended and unexpected direction. So much so that I felt a couple of comments were rather nasty and leading to the LJ equivalent of a fist fight.

Well, enough. I have screened the comments; I'm not deleting them, but I don't want open war on my LJ either. You may still comment on the post if you wish (though it is already disappearing into the mists of LJ history), but only I will be able to see them.

Goodnight, one and all, and thanks again.

B

Thought provoking

Last night when I went to bed, Ms Furtle was already a) asleep and b) hogging the duvet¹.

Now, when I actually got into bed she rolled over and hugged me before declaiming expansively, "I'm so glad it's you." While I was mulling to myself precisely who else it might be, she added "I do love you. Even though you have brown sandwiches".

I pondered this wisdom for some little while before I was distracted by the sounds of contented sleep.

¹Which is so unremarkable an event that I have been forced to add a footnote to make it note worthy.

Thought provoking

Last night when I went to bed, Ms Furtle was already a) asleep and b) hogging the duvet¹.

Now, when I actually got into bed she rolled over and hugged me before declaiming expansively, "I'm so glad it's you." While I was mulling to myself precisely who else it might be, she added "I do love you. Even though you have brown sandwiches".

I pondered this wisdom for some little while before I was distracted by the sounds of contented sleep.

¹Which is so unremarkable an event that I have been forced to add a footnote to make it note worthy.