To survive is to live

No rest at the Kingdom. Disturb please.

If I could just switch off, or check-out... or check-in some place different.

I'm carrying too much. I am expected to get on with it. No shoulder saw. Building character isn't it?

Somewhat letdown, alone and a dose of betrayal.

Where's our abode? Refuge?

Hello, me again

I kind of miss blog like places. A place you can rant or rave, often not getting shot down for having an opinion. Like ouch, someone said something bad about me on the internet... Or even better get accused of trolling.

I have been busy. In all aspects. Pushing buttons and raising limits. Trying my hand at being a domestic goddess - you can laugh it certainly isn't for me. But i do enjoy cooking wearing an apron and heels. There is something about just heels. Sometimes taking a vacation for the good of my soul. And new other soles.

What May brought

hey neighbour

Pass me some sugar

Checking in, hey!

Hello, to you...

I thought I might pop over to this old place. I am alive, dead in some ways to compensate.

Still wearing my leather, my hair is longer. My boots have seen better days but I like that look.

I hope you're all well!