Well... 3rd birthday time...it's very odd. I don't even know what to write, I'm rather rusty! I am feeling better though and even looking forward to going back to work on Monday! Thanks for the get well messages. I'll be back this week when I'm in the swing of things again!
This blog is 3 on 16th, and it's reminded me of just how much I've neglected it. I've had a bit of an excuse the last few weeks. I've been out of commission with nasty lurgy and a chest infection which has left me with a voice that would be excellent to run one of "those" phonelines...
I'm all out of synch with sleeping patterns despite being really tired still. I've also had enough of this sodding weather, I've got major cabin fever and I'm turning into my grandfather (I'm wearing three cardigans)
I'm going to go to bed now - the computer is telling me it's 01.26 in the morning so bed calls and dougal is looking at me wanting to go to bed too bless him (I'm at my ma and pa's) Gosh this is a rambly post!
I'll leave you with a pretty picture, a reflection of the christmas tree on the wall... see you soon. S x
For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
so I thought I'd better update you!
Sorry it's been sooooo long (bad sarah, naughty sarah) however I'm here now! Oh the news... well some news...
My baby sister is moving in with me
I'm a little scared because
a: I've lived on my own for 7 years!it's going to be v odd with someone else there
b: I've got sooo much stuff I need to get rid of
c: I'm going to freak her out completely with my madness
d: she'll scare me with her efficiency
I'm looking forward to it because
a: we get on well
b: it'll save us both lots of cash (all the better for spending in Cath K!)
c: she gets to have a garden for growing things
d: we can share the cooking
But wait - I haven't finished yet (had to sneak that in somewhere Margaret - I've been singing cat like tread in my office...it's not been a pretty sound!)
Afore mentioned baby sister and I have just returned from a trip to see my Aunt and Uncle including a brilliant trip to Aldeburgh. After the best fish and chips on I believe the face of the earth we had a walk along the front to see the Benjamin Britten sculpture on the beach. It's beautiful. I'm a big fan of coastal sculpture, well sculpture in general really and it was such a treat to be able to see it up close. We are lucky locally after all with Gormley's another view on crosby beach (I'm told it's good luck to touch his... erm... appendage...yes that's a suitable enough word...) but getting close to the Britten, perhaps because of it's scale was brilliant and I've got lots of inspiration for pottery class sculpture sessions!
See told you it was great!
Aldeburgh itself is lovely too, with cute little houses in pastel colours, huge seagulls and little fishing boats.
So big thank you to Margaret and Adrian for having us to stay, ferrying us round to beautiful places, taking us out for lunch (I'm still full) sending us home with homemade Jam and apples, telling us things about our family history we never knew AND inducting us in the ways of pirates with purple trousers!
