What does it say...

 

.... About me? I've been thinking about why I write this blog. Putting myself out there on this public forum, though I don't promote it and is only read by those 'on the list'. As you may remember it started as a weight loss blog. I naively thought posting my weight and knicker shots would humiliate me enough to lose weight. Uh-huh. And now I binned that idea I think folks will enjoy reading about my life. 

I'm a Gemini - creative and dramatic. I do enjoy the writing process. Committing to weekly blogs forces me to write, where as my books are taking much longer! 

I'm the youngest child - spoilt and thinks it's all about me. Well it is, isn't it? They say write about what you know. Well I know me very well.

I'm funny (at least I think I am) - I do try to be witty. I imagine my readers enjoying a small chuckle every Friday morning. Yes, you don't need to tell me that sometimes I fail. Sometimes life just isn't funny. 

I'm simple - no, I don't mean thick, I mean I am what you see. I reckon I have 3 emotions - happy, sad, angry (with maybe a tiny bit of frustration thrown in too). My life is my life and I tell it how it is (or at least how I see it). Enjoy.

I have written a poem about Libby. It makes me cry but I like it. 

Libby

I miss your weight next to me on the bed

I miss you finding my feet to lay your head

I miss going out covered in hairs

I miss hearing you bounding up the stairs

I miss, it's true, your doggy smile

I miss walking the P, the whole 5 mile

I miss you barking at folks you don't know

I miss you following everywhere I go

I miss you greeting me at the door

I miss your toys all over the floor

I miss getting close and kissing your face

I miss you sleeping in your special place

I miss you saying please by lifting your paw

I miss you always wanting more

I miss us playing hide and seek

I miss you always trying to peek

I miss you never dropping the ball

I miss you running to me when I call

I miss you sitting for each and every car

I miss you carrying a stick like a cigar

I miss you swimming in rivers or sea

I miss you sitting across my knee

I miss you diving into mud and being muddy

I miss you licking Mr B, your cat buddy 

Libby my baby what more can I say

I miss you every fucking day.

If you don't own a dog there is nothing wrong with you. But there maybe something wrong with your life.