Friday Morning

Good,
I woke at a more natural time for me. Helped by two little travel alarm clocks that I got in the pound shop yesterday.
Now I have means of telling the time always, and the little tick-tock of these clocks and their noisy beeping in the morning.

I dreamed of so much that I have lost, and woke to a wet and gloomy anniversary of my death at Jane Fisher's hands. 3 years.
I had a cuppa and am sitting in bed, I have been looking through and publishing comments on the other blog and replying, and also going through the tweets and requests on twitter.

I was hoping for a longer walk this morning, but the weather is bad and will get worse, so I will do a shorter walk now and one later maybe.