IT'S NOT ALWAYS ABOUT ME

A year of grief, which I do not recommend, has sent me down a warren of rabbit holes.

I emphasise the grief part because it's what eventually led me here.

But it’s the silly, messy, ditzy side of me that has somehow kept my head above water as I continue to see the world through a completely different lens.

Before I begin, I need to let you know that sometimes I need to talk about the heavy stuff — bereavement, that C word, and loss.

If there is such a thing as a soulmate, he took my heart when he slipped away.

It’s a topic that still sits uncomfortably with me, because I write to forget, but it needs to be said.

So, what is this blog actually about?

Hell knows. 🙃

Well, that’s the thing. I’m not entirely sure yet.

Basically, it’s a collection of whatever floats my boat. My contradiction slip-ups, chats to keep me out of mischief, perhaps a little journal for the grandkiddies one day of a grandmother and her silly ways.  So, I guess that’s usually where the rabbit holes begin.

And yes, before you ask — I know Thingamebob is spelt incorrectly. That's what my spell checker tells me. Anyway, it's deliberate, mostly.

With that finally said, come on in. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.