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God concerns Himself not just with the big, cataclysmic events of life but even those mundane, “invisible” moments in our lives as well
I Give Up!
I can look quite Spanish-looking, however, I have an English accent because I cannot speak any other languages. My parents could only speak English!
I grew up in England only. I am from a Christian background, like both of my parents.
I had to laugh out loud yesterday. It was that funny. Two very English ladies came up to me to enquire what accent the person had, re the lady they’d just been to see. They said they could detect a slight accent, but found the person was very nice.
So I satisfied their curiosity. I then got chatting with them and I ended our conversation by asking them both what accent they thought I had? They both hmmed and ah’d. They both mentioned that I sounded English and that they couldn’t detect an accent at all.
They sounded intrigued, then suddenly one piped up “Hmmm we’re not sure! So I said, “How about English like you!” And they both laughed out loud as if to say “Amazing, we didn’t think people with your colouring, could speak the English language, like us!” I give up! 😅🤣
I love singing Carpenter songs. Here I Am singing “Rainy Days and Mondays” as a duet.
https://www.smule.com/sing-recording/103500888_4887103398
I ❤️ Lavender.
My daughter Lauren and I had a lovely afternoon at the gardens of Sandringham. We had lunch in the large cafe. It was lovely. We were on our way to Sherringham.
Architecture and Grounds: The house is an example of Jacobethan architecture, a style that blends Jacobean and Elizabethan elements. The estate covers about 20,000 acres and includes Sandringham House, gardens, woodland, and farmland.
Location: Sandringham is situated in the village of Sandringham in Norfolk, about 100 miles north of London. It is located in a picturesque rural area, surrounded by rolling countryside.
Function: While Sandringham is a private residence, parts of it are open to the public. The house, museum, and gardens are accessible to visitors during certain times of the year. The estate is also a working farm, producing a range of agricultural products.
Loving my flowers.
The Stilton Cheese Rolling Event
I was full of cold when I went to this event a few years ago. I was on my own and I had the afternoon to spend, taking photographs. 🙂
The stilt cheese rolling event is an unusual and entertaining competition that combines the traditional British pastime of cheese rolling with the added challenge of participants wearing stilts.
In this event, participants race down a hill chasing a round of cheese, all while balancing on stilts. The aim is to catch the cheese or at least be the first to cross the finish line at the bottom of the hill. The event tests not only speed and agility but also balance and coordination, as navigating a downhill slope on stilts is significantly more difficult than on foot.
Stilt cheese rolling events are typically characterized by a festive atmosphere, with spectators cheering on the participants and enjoying the comical and sometimes chaotic nature of the races. It’s a unique twist on a traditional sport, adding an extra layer of difficulty and hilarity to an already quirky and beloved event.
ENGLAND
England- Winners! 😃
Well done to the England players today.
Serbia 0-1 England – Euro 2024: Jude Bellingham scores crashing header https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-13505345/Serbia-vs-England-Euro-2024-Live-Score-Result.html?ito=native_share_article-nativemenubutton
- Big Cat and Born Free
I was watching Big Cat 24/7 on the TV this evening.
Wow! I had tears in my eyes when the lion prides reunited following a period of separation. The process is marked by vigorous social bonding behaviours, including head rubbing and vocalisations. It is absolutely wonderful to see.
I was a fan of “Born Free” as a child.
Me on action with my camera 🙂 The Born Free television series ran on NBC from September 1974 to December 1974. It was a short-lived, 13-episode series, following the 1966 film and the true story of rearing a lioness. I loved the series. 🙂
- Daffodils Dancing In The Wind
I captured this photograph during a visit to RAF Duxford a few years ago. The daffodils were gently swaying in the wind. They looked so pretty.
Daffodils Dancing In The Wind Daffodils dancing in the wind,
Golden heads that gently bend,
Whispering softly to the day,
As clouds and sunlight drift and play.
They sway as though they know a song,
A melody the breeze hums along,
Bright little flames upon the green,
The happiest sight that spring has seen.
They nod and twirl in fields so wide,
With joy they simply cannot hide,
As if the earth itself has smiled
At something simple, sweet, and wild. 🌼🌿 - Happy Mothering Sunday
Happy Mothering Sunday to all mothers out there. 💐🌼🌹🌸🏵
I woke up to my lovely daughters voice this morning. I realised just how much I have missed her since she returned to Australia, but distance does not have to be far away, especially when love transcends physical separation, proving that distance does not have to be a barrier when hearts are deeply connected.
Thank you for making me feel happy today. I love you with all of my heart. 🩷
I have chatted with both of my daughters recently. They were very warming conversations, heart to heart. I love you both more than words can say. You are both always in my heart.
Always remember — no matter how grown you are, you will forever be my precious daughters. 🩷
Children are the morning light
that slips gently through the day,
little voices filled with wonder
as they laugh, run, and play.
They carry dreams in tiny hands,
hope shining in their eyes,
turning ordinary moments
into a beautiful surprise.
They grow like flowers in a garden,
each one bright and free,
yet somehow in their growing
they grow a part of me.
And though the years may guide them far
to paths I cannot see,
my love will walk beside them—
wherever they may be. 🌷Omg! A box has just arrived. 😳
So beautiful! 
So beautiful Thank you Catherine, from the bottom of my heart. When you receive the most beautiful flowers, it makes you want to smile and cry at the same time.
Thank you. I love you.
You two complete me! 🩷🩷
A roast dinner for dinner 😁
- This Blogsite
This website is somewhat akin to the treehouse I have recently been staying in. It provides a peaceful retreat away from the crowds, a space where I can feel completely at ease. It is a place where I enjoy sharing my thoughts and displaying some of my own photographs. It is my sanctuary — my personal space. 😀
Me 🙂 - My Holiday
Sometimes, going away on your own can be fabulous. I loved my own company. I met a few friendly people on my travels.
My holiday began by staying at this lovely hotel called Petwood. My room was just lovely. The staff were very nice. 🙂
This was a quaint little Police Station I then headed off to my next destination, to continue my lovely holiday.
My beautiful photo of the day.
Beautiful – My view from my room 
So delicious. Salmon Encroute. 
I loved doing G&T’s 
Relaxing in a hammock Feeling so relaxed.
No makeup. Yay! 
The birds love this! 
😀 
At the end of the day 
Bags all packed - A Lovely Walk At Burghley Park & Stamford
I ate the best ginger cake i had eaten in a long time, at the Burghley cafe.
Then I had a brisk walk around Burghley park
Lion Bridge, Burghley 
- Making the Most of Life on a Day Off
A day off is not meant to be rushed,
not a list to conquer
or hours to chase.
It begins slowly —
with morning light stretching across the room
and the quiet comfort of knowing
there is nowhere you have to be.
Perhaps the kettle sings,
and the first sip of tea feels softer
because the clock has loosened its grip.
You step outside,
letting fresh air brush your face,
noticing little things often missed —
a bird perched on a fence,
sunlight dancing on windows,
the easy rhythm of the world moving gently on.
A day off is a day to breathe deeper,
to wander a little,
to read a few pages,
to call someone you love,
or simply sit in stillness.
Because making the most of life
is rarely about doing more.
It is about noticing more.
And on a day off,
life quietly reminds you
that peace, joy, and contentment
were never far away —
they were simply waiting
for you to slow down. - This Takes Me Back! Profiteroles 😁
Lol I use this word instead of swearing sometimes 🤣🤣🤣
Truthfully, I love profiteroles, so much so that I recently bought some from M&S. They were so delicious.
The photo below was taken during a trip to London, at a cafe. They were delicious. I love Choux pastry.
😀
Profiteroles - I Love Being Me!
One of the reasons I decided to create my own blog/website was to establish my own identity and prevent any further misassociation with individuals who may be impersonating me. I value my individuality, and I prefer to be recognised independently. Think more people should do the same thing. Only sharing their own photographs and not mine!
I am passionate about photography. I can express my favourite art here. I love being me! 🙂
I hope that one day, I can share my life with a like-minded individual. 🙂
- Being Alone On Holiday
Sometimes, it is better to spend time away on your own than to not go anywhere. I went on an adventure. 🙂
Happiness does not always arrive
with crowds and conversation—
sometimes it sits beside you quietly
and smiles in the silence. 🫠🌿
The suitcase rests beside the bed,
No laughter echoing in the hall,
Just sunlight drifting through the curtains
And the hush of morning’s call.
I wander streets at my own pace,
No plans, but where my heart may roam,
A café chair, a seaside breeze—
For now, the world is mine alone.
There’s peace within the quiet hours,
Time to breathe and simply be,
To watch the tide, to read, to dream,
And listen to the restless sea.
Yet in the golden evening light,
When shadows stretch across the bay,
A gentle thought of those I love
Softly finds its quiet way.———–
- Daylight Begins
Sunrise 
A new day Daylight spills across the lake
in quiet threads of gold,
touching water, touching sky,
a story gently told.The mist lifts like a whispered dream
drifting from the shore,
while ripples catch the newborn light
and carry it once more.The world is still remembering
the night it left behind,
yet in the shining water
a softer peace I find.For morning writes its promise
on every ripple it makes—
hope moving with the sunlight
across the waking lake.
- Dinner This Evening
Salmon En Croute for Dinner this evening, with a couple of glasses of gin and tonic.
- I’m a Believer
It’s a fantastic song by The Monkees 😁
- I Am Sailing
A nice pit of tea at The Mall 
So lovely to meet Whispy the Jack Russell 
- Breakfast – The Best Meal of the Day
Breakfast greets the morning light,
A gentle start, warm and bright.
A cup of tea, a slice of toast,
Simple things we cherish most.
It wakes the mind, it stirs the day,
Chasing sleepiness away.
A quiet moment, calm and new,
A chance to breathe the morning through.
For in that meal, both small and sweet,
The day and hope so softly meet.
My bedroom window today 
A lovely room 
The breakfast room 
I had a bowl of cereal, and I also had a full English breakfast, with hash browns, black pudding, etc. It was lovely.
All good things must come to an end, though. It has been a lovely stay. More will be revealed re my destination later.
- So Warming 🙂
Feeling Warm So lovely. There will more photos to follow soon. However, the fireside was so warming. 🙂
- Happy International Woman’s Day
Woman’s Day - I’m A Barbie Girl 🙂
I’m a Barbie Girl - FRANCES
Francrs Rose Agnes Napper – It seems that I have a rare name 🙂
Frances 
I am quite versatile in my look. The top photograph is of me wearing a wig and the bottom photograph of me is with my own hair!
F x
- Pampering Day
Everyone needs a little pampering from time to time. I am in desperate need. 🙂
A lovely 1 hour long massage at Jasmine’s Spa, in town. Feeling relaxed. 🙂
I have not visited the Park Hotel in ages. Then to BE AR Cafe. I love this cafe.
Feeling relaxed at the Park Inn having a drink 
BE AR Bean Around Coffee 🙂 
- Me and my Shadow
My daughter and I had a wonderful day together, just before she went to live in Australia.
We played shadows together during a day’s outing together. 🙂
Lauren and I🩷 Aww, Robbie Williams is ace!
My Dearest Daughter
You arrived like morning light
soft, golden, full of promise,
and from that very first moment
my heart learned a deeper love.
I watched your tiny hands grow strong,
your laughter, filled quiet rooms,
your dreams stretch wide as open skies
where anything could bloom.
If ever the world feels heavy
and the road seems long to climb,
remember, my love walks beside you
through every space and time.I love you, Lauren 🩷
- Making A Spectacle of Myself 😉
I took this selfie just to see what I would look like wearing glasses. It was taken before I coloured my hair darker during a photography trip to Brighton. 🙂
- My Knight In Shining Armour
A few months ago, I met up with one of my old school friends from Australia. We had not seen each other for years. We popped into the Central Cafe, Stamford, where I met my Knight In Shining Armour. 😃
You came quietly into my life,
not with swords or shields,
but with a heart so strong
it made mine feel safe.
Your arms became my shelter,
your love, my guiding star—
my knight in shining armour,
exactly as you are. ❤️ - Four Weddings and a Funeral
I loved this film. 🙂 It starred Hugh Grant and Andie MacDowell in Four Weddings and a Funeral
It is interesting to observe that during your early years, up until the age of 50, life is often characterised by a series of weddings. However, when someone close to you passes away, it can lead to a significant shift in one’s perspective and experience of life.
I have been to at least 6 funerals in the past few years. 😪
F x
- Tears In Heaven
This is such a lovely song by Eric Clapton
- Ballet – Key Theatre
Last night, I was truly swept away by the breathtaking splendour of “Giselle” – The Royal Ballet at the Key Theatre.
The tale unfurled with such raw emotion, telling of Giselle, a humble peasant girl whose heart was so pure it seemed to glow. She fell utterly in love with Count Albrecht, a nobleman who, in a desperate act of deception, claimed to be just a simple villager named Loys. Her protective mother, Berthe, warned her, her voice trembling with concern, praying she would marry Hilarion, the steadfast forester.
Then, the drama erupted with a hunting scene that burst with tension and anticipation. Hilarion, with trembling hands, uncovered the truth – a sword bearing Albrecht’s family crest. The devastating realisation shattered Giselle’s world; her heart plunged into despair as Hilarion revealed the treachery. Overwhelmed by heartbreak, Giselle’s fragile spirit broke. She seized Loys’ sword, and in a moment of tragic desperation, took her own life.
Albrecht, haunted by guilt and love, laid lilies upon Giselle’s grave, their delicate fragrance a testament to his grief. As her spirit rose, luminous and tender, he was so exhausted from sorrow that he was driven to the brink, drowning himself in a hopeless whirlpool of despair.
In a final dance of eternal devotion, Giselle’s spirit and Albrecht’s love entwined in a ghostly embrace. The ballet was a sublime display of love’s power and tragedy, so beautifully performed that every movement stirred the depths of the soul.
And as the story reached its poignant close, Giselle’s spirit quietly returned to her resting place, leaving Albrecht alone in the silent echo of heartbreak, his soul forever touched by her ethereal presence.
This ballet was simply wonderful.
- Steak Time!
- Catherine, I love you! You and I.
One glorious summer’s day, my daughter sat peacefully in the golden sunshine, immersed in her favourite book. As she gently turned each page, my eyes were fixed on her, overflowing with a love that words could never truly capture—just as any proud mother’s heart would do. I savoured every precious second, feeling the tender warmth of her gaze as she looked back at me. Her serene smile illuminated the world around us, yet behind that calm exterior, I could still glimpse the little girl who once fitted effortlessly into my arms. An overwhelming sense of blessing washed over me—an eternal reminder of how fortunate I am to witness such a beautiful moment. In that fleeting, heartfelt instant, my soul was awash with gratitude and love.
Cat, I love you with all of my heart. You are so me.
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She approaches everything in life with an unwavering passion, pouring her heart into every endeavour, striving to truly love the very things she dedicates herself to. From embracing the sacred role of motherhood with boundless devotion, to pouring her soul into writing her memoirs, and capturing the fleeting beauty of life’s precious moments through her camera—her spirit is imbued with genuine love and fervour. Who is she? She is me, your mother. She is not just a mother; she is a radiant force of love, commitment, and artistry. 🙂
Frances (A Mummy) x
- “You Complete Me”
I want a man to look me in the eye and then lovingly tell me, “You complete me.”
Then I want to say , “You had me at hello.” 😆
It’s a great script. This was just so romantic.
- Friends – This was funny!
I was a huge fan of the sitcom Friends.
I loved this episode when Phoebe is a bit flabbergasted after Monica introduces Brad Pitt to her. Chandler’s face says it all. 😂😂😂
- A Lovely Walk
A recent walk around Central Park. It was a glorious day. 😀
- Coffee Time
I have just popped to the hairdresser to have my hair trimmed.
Costa Coffee time. 🙂
Costa Coffee Time - Remembering My Dad
At the end of this month, it will mark the 8th anniversary of my father’s passing. You are always remembered dad, and you will always be in my heart.
Remembering Dad
is not always tears.
Sometimes, it is laughter
that surprises you,
rising up from an old memory
like it never left. - If You Wake And Find That I’m Not There
It is a lovely and heartfelt poem that evokes the enduring strength of a love that once was. 😪
If you wake and find that I am not there anymore,
do not let your heart be startled by the quiet.
Do not search the corners of the room
for the echo of my breathing
or the warmth pressed into the pillow beside you.
I have not vanished
I have simply slipped
into the soft places we once filled together.
I will be the hush before the morning birds begin,
the pale gold stretching across your curtains,
the whisper of kettle steam rising like a prayer.
If you wake and find that I am not there anymore,
place your hand upon your chest.
Feel that steady rhythm?
I have left a piece of my love
beating there with you.
Look outside.
If the wind brushes your cheek, that is me
still gentle.
If the sun lingers longer on your face, that is me
still devoted.
And if your eyes grow heavy with missing,
remember this:
love does not end at doorways,
nor does it dissolve into absence.
It changes shape.
So wake, my dear, without fear.
Though I may not stand beside you in flesh,
I am woven through your mornings,
threaded through your memories,
and resting quietly
in every breath you take. - “Blue”
It was a pleasure to see the band Blue on the TV programme “Piano Rooms” recently. They have consistently been one of my favourite bands. They performed a selection of excellent songs during the programme.
I recall taking my daughter, Catherine, to see them perform live in concert a few years ago at the Peterborough Embankment. They were truly outstanding.
Here are a couple of my favourite “Blue” songs.
https://youtu.be/23g1yGHlnAo?si=aHMJskZW2imGtWgd
Blue consists of four band members:
Lee
Anthony
Duncan
Simon
They are fabulous singers.
- Arty – White Crocus
This afternoon, I went for a walk at the Central Park. I captured these lovely little flowers, which i believe are white crocus.
Arty This is beautiful.
Spring arrives on whispered light,
gold poured gently through the sky,
touching earth with tender hands
and teaching sleeping roots to try.
Blossoms loosen from their dreams,
petals breathing blush and cream,
while daffodils in yellow gowns
step brightly from the winter’s seam.
The air is sweet with second chances,
cool but warm with promise too—
as if the world has turned a page
and written hope in shades of dew.
Birdsong stitches dawn today,
a silver thread of joy set free;
and every breeze that lifts your hair
says, “Begin again with me.”
Spring is not just bloom and sun—
it’s courage wrapped in fragile things,
a quiet heart that dares to beat
after frost has clipped its wings.
So open wide your waiting soul,
let light fall softly where it may—
for even the longest winter yields
to springtime’s gentle, brave ballet. - Daffodils
Oh, daffodils, so small, so strong,
You sing the earth’s returning song,
And in your gold, we see once more
That hope is what the spring is for.
The beautiful daffodils this morning, near to where I live. They were dancing in the wind.
I am #Golden 🙂
- I Love Nice People!
Why are individuals often judged based on their race? One may be born in England, speak only English, and identify as Christian—essentially identical to anyone else who describes themselves as white British—apart from the colour of their skin. Why must people be categorised or segregated in such a manner? This can only lead to hostility. Why can’t we all behave as mature adults and learn to appreciate someone for their kindness, regardless of their colour, gender, religion, or background? One of the reasons we wore a school uniform was to promote a sense of equality, ensuring everyone dressed similarly. If someone does not wish to forge friendships with individuals of a different colour, that is a personal choice, but I am tired of the division into ‘us’ and ‘them’. Some people simply seek to be accepted and treated fairly. I love quality. I love nice people.
If you did not want everyone living in the same country, why allow people to move here in the first place?
If you owned a piece of land and someone unwanted, tried to claim it, would you just let them go ahead and take your piece of land? If you allow people to come into the country, you have no room to complain!
F x
- Christmas 2025 – Memories
I was reflecting on some of the joyful moments I have shared with my daughters. The photographs of their smiling faces bring back fond memories—Christmas 2025 was particularly memorable because Lauren came home for Christmas. It felt warm, just like the old times. 🙂 #TreasuredMemories
For memories are small lanterns,
glowing in the corridors of time,
whispering,
You were there.
It mattered.Hold on to your memories gently—not to live in the past, but to warm your hands when the present feels cold.
- Happy Valentine’s Day
I love this FAN! https://youtu.be/G1M5J32Cgm8?si=5Q0wvpXlDnpzhpI6
So beautiful. My daughter arrived back in Australia this morning, #ValentinesDay, after she visited us here in the UK. Her boyfriend looked so pleased to see her as he greeted her with flowers. That is just so beautiful.
I ❤️ you Lauren. I’m so glad you arrived home safely. Xx
- That Happy Look 😉
When you are feeling happy and relaxed, you have that look. 🙂
- Valentine Bunny
Lol, me wearing my cute “Valentine Bunny Ears” a few years ago.
The 14th February is fast approaching. I have not made any definite plans for this Valentines Day. However, I would admit to being a hopeless romantic.
I love romance. Here are a few tantalising and romantic poems to get you in the mood for Valentines Day:
________________________
If love had a sound,
it would be your name
spoken softly
at the end of a long day.
If love had a place,
it would be the space
between your heartbeat and mine,
where the world finally rests.______________________
I don’t want you politely.
I want you like fire wants air,
like night wants the moon
close enough to touch.
I want the ache,
the pull,
the way my name sounds different
when it’s on your lips.________________________
Come closer.
Close enough
that my thoughts blur,
that desire speaks first
and reason never gets a turn.
Kiss me
like this moment
is the only one
that matters._______________________
Stand that close again
and tell me you don’t feel it—
the heat rising,
the way restraint trembles
between us.
I want your mouth
hovering just long enough
to be cruel,
just close enough
to drive me wild._______________________
I want you slowly—
the kind of slow
that hurts in the best way.
Eyes lingering,
breaths colliding,
every second stretching
until wanting you
is louder than thought.
This is the fire
that doesn’t rush.
It consumes.______________________
Take your time with me.
I want the unhurried version of you—
the one who knows
desire ripens best
when touched slowly.
Let minutes melt,
let anticipation do the work,
until wanting becomes
a soft, exquisite ache._______________________
Your voice finds me
in the quiet places,
low, careful,
as if my heart
might bruise if spoken to loudly.
I hold every word
like it’s meant
only for me.😀
- The Tap & Kitchen, Oundle
A lovely lunch at the Tap & Kitchen, Oundle, this afternoon. Good food, good company.
The venue had a warm feel to it. 🙂
- Mango
I’m eating a juicy Mango. 🙂
Mango - Pretty In Pink
Me just a couple of years ago, looking “Pretty in Pink.”
- A Mother’s Role
A mother’s role
is part shelter, part sky.
She is the place you land
when the world feels sharp,
and the one who gently opens her hands
when it’s time for you to fly.
She teaches without speeches—
how to love, how to fall and rise,
how strength can be quiet
and still unbreakable.
A mother worries in silence,
cheers in the loudest rooms,
and carries her children in her heart
long after, they no longer need her arms.
And when she lets go,
it isn’t because love has grown smaller—
it’s because it has grown brave. - The Lion King
My daughter Lauren and I recently enjoyed a wonderful day in London. We attended a performance of “The Lion King” at the Lyceum Theatre; the production was truly exceptional, vibrant, and we thoroughly appreciated the music.
Before the show, we had drinks at the Punch & Judy in Covent Garden.
We dined at the Indian restaurant, Paro, which served a very delightful meal.
Finally, we enjoyed drinks at the Royal Ballet and Opera House.
Lauren and I shared this day together, and we created special memories; it was a meaningful time for mother and daughter. 🙃🙂
https://youtu.be/dQ2YNKbGqFc?feature=shared
https://youtu.be/FDIrJZJx6a8?si=IvRiCLNMlOC8EzRe
- Netflix Film: Finding Her Edge
Another Netlix film I really liked.
- Netflix Films: The Perfect Pairing and A Beautiful Life
I have watched two fabulous films on Netflix recently. I loved both “The Perfect Pairing” and “A Beautiful Life“
- My Beautiful Flowers
They are lovely and colourful. - Narnia
The Chronicles Of Narnia – The Magicians Nephew – this 2005 film is a prequel to The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, later written by C S Lewis. This was my favourite childhood book.
Narnia - Stamford With My daughters
I had a most pleasant afternoon with my two daughters, shopping in my hometown of Stamford. It had been quite some time since my last visit. Since the passing of Dad and Marion, I have not had many opportunities to return. As a result, we thoroughly enjoyed our walk around the town. We also shared a lovely lunch at the Cosy Club.
- Netflix Films: “The Life List” and “People We Meet On Vacation”
I have watched both films this week. Both were very watchable.
- My Lovey Flowers
- Yum! Herbal Tea – Caffeine Free
Yum! I have made a new concoction, which consists of bay leaves, a cinnamon stick, half a lemon, and a teaspoon of honey.
Boil in a pan of hot water, and then add the ingredients. It’s a soothing herbal tea that is caffeine-free. I love it!
Fx
- Haggis
Yummy Haggis - Very Pretty
I purchased some flowers to brighten up my home.They’re really lovely. 🙂
Flowers. 🙂 
- A Relaxing Sunday
I had a very enjoyable day in St Ives with my daughter Catherine. We had lunch at a café overlooking the Quay and then explored some of the antique shops. It was a very pleasant day.
I love days like this one. It was very relaxing.
It was funny. Catherine and I sat down to watch two episodes of “Absolutely Fabulous” this evening. I couldn’t stop laughing. 😂
St Ives, Cambs - The Hunger Games – Catching Fire
I went to the cinema to watch this film when it was first released in 2013 and I loved the film. It stars Jennifer Lawrence. 🙂
Catness – C a Tom Nes Smiley
I am #Agnes (my middle name). 🙂So, like my daughter and I.
My daughter and I, 2013. https://youtu.be/7QTkygywkAY?si=zNw5fFiVYYF8Ik8H
Me in 2013 🙂 - Flowers
Q. Have you ever received flowers as a gift?
I have received carefully selected flowers from various sources—friends, loved ones, and other gardens—but the one that remains most memorable to me is from after the tragic loss of my boyfriend in an accident. Upon returning to work, I found a small arrangement of hand-picked flowers placed at my workstation, accompanied by a heartfelt note. This gesture was remarkably touching, quite unexpected, and it provided me with comfort during a difficult period.
The individual responsible demonstrated a truly compassionate nature.
F x
- To Trust Or Not To Trust? That Is The Question
Q. Are you very trusting of a partner, Frances?
A. Ooh. That’s a good question. 🙂 It is unfair to assume that an individual does not trust their partner. Trust levels are highly dependent on the individual concerned. If someone is in a relationship and engages in infidelity,
it is understandable that their partner might be less trusting of them. Discovering that a partner has been unfaithful can be profoundly upsetting for those who are in love.
While I was in a relationship with someone, I read the “Fifty Shades” trilogy, which includes some explicit reading that stimulates the imagination. This raises questions about whether engaging with such material constitutes a breach of trust. Where should the boundary be drawn between maintaining trust and engaging in personal interests or fantasies? 🙂
- Just Relaxing 🙂
I’m sitting back, and I am relaxing. 😌
It’s that laid-back, no-rush kind of vibe where you’re settled in, comfortably, and you’re just letting time pass easily. You’re sitting back—maybe on a sofa or chair—remote control or mobile phone in hand, casually scrolling through Facebook without pressure to win or grind. The focus isn’t intensity; it’s enjoyment. Snacks nearby, background music, shoulders relaxed, mind unwinding.
This feels like switching off stress. It’s low energy, cosy, and I am feeling content. The goal is to feel good. I’m just chilling.😃
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 