The children who become care leavers ...

Where the foster prospects advertised as a job and not what a child actually needs ... some where to call home ! 

These discussions at a cousins recently who is in the process of adopting ... a long drawn out process 

Change in time

and seeing the change. How my style has dragged lost in this time. The knowledge of seeing things as insignificant is insightful. The things put aside from the clear in what others thought besides the working list given them. The keen eye I would see how old and perished things are. They were no longer of use. The totally new things better gone. 

I try not to seethe in the waste ... although the dreams do wake me so fiercely ... the nights without thought haunt me from the days echoes... 

A stylised festive ...

... month to move on ... A late hubby who would not be very pleased with how I am treated. The joy in sadness plenty. A daughter who today was able to cook for six people and socially interact in her home. 

That is reward enough after she too experienced what many young people do with a challenging time in her youth. This made her successful in obtaining much, to give where we were forgotten when time was rotten ... literally ...

Christmassy Eve ...Eve ...

asleep during the movie ... the days not used to anymore. The shutdown of the country now apart from the skeleton function of life. 

The minds away from those left to die ... 

The spoils in the toils

now the step out into the mode in mood for the star recovery and many programmes still not come my way ... the self programme of much ...with those best who know me better ..

In time the realisation where would I be with out the extended family, the people who back you up when so lost in strife ... where those whose only reliance is strangers in good and sense of mind ... if they are bloody lucky to have the good ones .... 

What ever happens

the times change in my life by the second ... the diversions hard to resist in time zone travels inhome. 

The time I struggle, the time I am laughing, and the time to make change 

The air flows in this occasion as I prepare to take leave again 

The experience lost, now gained in more freshness with such earnest among the stress and many conflicts still to face 

Bake a Make

... Inspired by tea for three one November ... 

The fascination of eating out again. And the simplicity in tea and cake. The time once again when minded to make and bake. The adaptions in doing so for one. Always one that was in the kitchen rustling up the extra treats in Kernow. This a pasttime until .... 

I am rekindling the time. I am back with a basic kitchen. The implements built up over the years in baking, long gone. That does not stop me. I look at the world online to inspire me. And from my reestablishing in travelling a tad ...