Dear child of my child...

Every day, when I drive to work, my journey always appears the same. The same cars on the road, the same crowd of people stood at the bus stop, even the same man stood on the corner, every day, waiting for his lift. Nothing really changes, except the weather. I could practically do this journey with my eyes closed. And I do. I drift off into my imaginary world. Classic FM plays on my radio as the cars on the motorway weave in and out, as if dancing in perfect rhythm to the music. The young girl applying her lipstick at the bus stop will, today embark on an office romance. The older lady, hobbling on a stick will today reach the top of the waiting list for a hip replacement. And the forlorn gentleman, whose head hangs low, will today find the courage to leave his unfaithful wife. The man, who stands on the corner, never late for his lift, will today win on the lottery and purchase his own car. And I, will continue my journey, until it ends. And then, I will start a new journey. Oh how I see my wonderful world :)

In about seven weeks time my Granddaughter will take her first breath in this world. I am so excited to meet this child of my child. I will strive to be a good Grandmother to her. I will only tell her of two things; Love and Respect. Embrace all the love you receive and treat people the way you wish to be treated, with respect. I may add 'smile' and then she will discover if you smile the world smiles with you...

Smile, my Daddy told me...

Smile, I told my Son...

And keep on smiling...

That's one small step for Milo...

This is probably the longest period of time I have ever left between my blog entries. And there are a few, unexciting, reasons for this. I have just finished a 12 day stint at my very exciting (not) job. Prior to that I contracted a pretty gruesome head cold and was dosed up with medication for a while. Also, it being the 'month' of fireworks, I have spent most evenings trying to console poor terrified Milo. He hears them well into the distance and has to find a hiding place until morning, here he just cowers and shakes all night. I usually cover him with a blanket and play soft music for him, other than that there isn't much else I can do for him. As if that wasn't bad enough for poor Milo, this week he started limping, badly. His limp was so bad he was walking with only three of his legs. After spending all night watching him struggle to even sleep I took him to the vet.
He remained at the surgery for most of the day and when I went to collect him I was presented with a bill for £520 and told "nothing is broken, but we're not sure what is wrong with his paw"...
He is now sporting a trendy little moon boot, has a bottle of painkillers and a ten day course of antibiotics. He has now taken to walking around the house like Neil Armstrong.

So, not been a good few weeks for Milo and Me. But on a good note, Milo is receiving more love than usual from everybody, and I got to see my future Granddaughter punching a few high fives out of her mummy's tummy.

This week, I've even managed to write a few more chapters in my Book Two. Although, I've also just discovered the series 'American Horror Story' on Netflix and am quite addicted to the weird and wonderful world it portrays...

Remembering all the War Heroes today...

Milo's Moon Boot...

One of Milo's safe places...

My own American Horror Story...