His deepest desire

It's not all bad is it?

So recently has been a bit of a disaster. As most of my friends know, my server was completely hacked by .ru whilst I was ill in bed, and they destroyed all my sites. That was bad enough but the thing that gutted me the most was the destruction of a memorial site I had tried to set up for my deceased brother. That, above all, crushed me. I did think about just giving up, but it is not in my nature. The more people try to stop me doing something the more determined I am to do it. So the past few days have been spent trying to rebuild. I am nowhere near done yet but it does look like a proper site again.... sort of A friend had her website on the same server and they half wiped that also, so I took the opportunity and bought her a domain and created her a whole new website on a different server. Hopefully she will now be safe :-) The hosts, Stablehost, who have been pretty much a nightmare since I went there, just kept telling me it was not THEI...

Writing Skills Task #546

For all of you who love to write but get brain dead days…. Here is; TASK 546 Greek Salad. Try and get to a word...

Living next door

Only few friends have known why I've been so sad recently. Only a couple know that I live next to an old lady with dementia. She lives alone. She has carers come in 4 times a day which she thinks is too much and everyone else thinks is not enough. She's never gone out much when well and when they did, would phone the other neighbour sometimes 4 times a day to make sure their home was still okay.. She's never liked people, or the countryside, or healthy food, or life basically. Her husband was the same until he died he would put out his bottom lip against many, many things. They had their own way of doing things and we would clash often but, surprisingly, were quite good friends and they loved the pups. I took them around often. He died a few years ago. She had a fall and now this is a lady, with dementia, that shouts all day. She shouts at night. She shouts in the morning, afternoon and evening. Every b...

Abbie Shores Not At Work

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