Written word...

I kept a journal on a fairly regular basis from the age of 13 till I started blipping in 2011, but as soon as I started blipping the urge to write in my journal left me, and I could count on one hand the number of times I've written in a journal since.  Blip obviously met that need.

The last two nights, the urge to make an entry in a paper journal has proved too compelling to resist and more pages have been filled over these two entries than at any time in the nine years I've been blipping. 

Each time the urge to write has struck as I've gone to bed.  Who knows if it will happen again tonight and become an every day thing or return to being an intermittent activity.  Time will tell.  

One lovely thing that happened when I opened my old journal was the discovery of a poem that I'd copied onto the inside cover, and it was just what I needed to read to lift my spirits and alleviate some of the worry I've been feeling about all that's happening at the moment and what might be to come.  I'll pop it on the end of this.

In other news, Ele and Kenny have cancelled going away this weekend (they were still planning to go and just stay in the cottage all weekend) and have managed to re-book it in October.  Fingers crossed things will be much improved by then and we can all enjoy a family weekend.

I had a funny thought this morning...David normally gets his hair cut every two weeks.  I wonder what he will look like by the time it's safe for him to go back to Heather for a hair cut!  I think we're all going to emerge from this looking like something from the 1970s!  

I've been quite productive today.  Meal planned (assuming I can get the ingredients!) made beef ragu, messaged lots of friends and have written a 31 point to-do list for myself to keep me occupied.  Being the Queen of Procrastination, it will be interesting to see how many ticks will appear on the list :-)

Hope you are all being careful.  Stay safe blip pals.  Oh and here's that poem...

New Every Morning


Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Trouble forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.


Susan Coolidge 1835 - 1905