A Fine Line......

Musing tonight about the fine line between love and hate. I have been sat here tonight thinking about my true friends, thinking of past and almost, present lovers and trying to get up to 'two' hands counting them in. I have a very small number of true friends, they know who they are, but can you indulge me for a sec' when I say, 'miss you so much Nige'.

The thing is you either 'get' a person or you don't, it really is that simple. A blogger friend, Mr S, talked about the subtle difference between love and hate and I think his words make an awful lot of sense. No matter how close you are to a person, you have the capacity to do both.

What makes a wife hate her husband, when she dislikes and tolerates him 'for the sake of the children'? What makes a husband betray his wife, when he does everything he can for the kids, that are not his own in the first place, whilst his wife shows her dismay?

Just questions...... not judgements. The only thing is to sit down and evaluate all that you have achieved together. Hey, you both started out with a big dream and that dream has had it's hiccups. It is not impossible to get back on track and see this whole thing as an opportunity. Perhaps you will get back to that dream in your heart? Let's hope so.

I am a little bored at the moment, reading a lot, cleaning the house, shoving conkers in odd places as Marie, has assured me, this will keep the 'Harry The Bastards' out of the house. Erm...perhaps I ought to explain 'Harry The Bastards'. The Harry's in my house are large Hairy Spiders, dutifully named after my ex-army husband's Staff Sgt, who was called Harry, he addressed every Junior Rank as Bastard and stole all their ciggies! (Oh and he was very hairy!) By the way, I can do all the small ones, no problem! Some other quaint nicknames in my household are 'Egg and Civvies'. Well, we could never do Egg and Soldiers could we?, not with our background!

The others are my children, being beautiful in their innocence. I planted Marigolds and photographed a 3 year old James (who is now just a few days short of his 22nd birthday) in the midst of them and he told me that he loved the Garimolds (yeah, I know you will smile at that one Mr Farrington!). There are so many, but one of the funniest was spending 4 years on the North Devon Coast with The Git, who told me he hated the Ski-Gulls! (One had swooped and pinched his ice-cream!)

Muse signing off now but just a little thought to leave you with.....

All men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.
T.E. Lawrence