Clever Eggs

A supportive friend popped round for coffee on Wednesday and brought with her a carton full of eggs.  “Don’t open until Friday. Investigate then!”, we were told. Today, Good Friday, and as per our instructions, Little M and I investigated our egg carton.  It was marked “Resurrection Eggs” and inside it was full of colourful plastic eggs all numbered from 1-12

Getting out from under the bed

I have not only been out of touch with blogging recently but out of touch with goings on.  Rest and recovery takes a person away from most things.  Mental illness takes away confidence and the want to get out from under the bed.  In the past few weeks with the help of medics and medication I can feel a new positivity stirring that hasn’t been around for a long, long time.  Until this week much of my ‘social’ life has evolved around hospital appointments which have left me exhausted and not leaving much interest for more. Yesterday, with the tender persuasion of some beautiful ladies I was able to rejoin a group that has been such a special part of my life for a number of years – my Friday Bible group.