That bigger picture

It's trickier to write stuff when lots of stuff is going on.
(This opening sentence clearly proves my point.)

To be frank and earnest - you be Frank and I'll be Ernest - it's all been potentially very worrying in my world recently.
That's the bad news.

The good news is that I'm not falling for any of this nonsense.

Once upon a time - well last year actually, for a few months at a time, I did begin to worry about the wrong things - or indeed about anything and everything.
I began to doubt myself.
I began to take it all too seriously.
I set free my insatiable ability to worry and it really did reach impressive levels... my capacity to worry can find a way to make a fluffy kitten sat on a satin cushion wearing a pink bow seem Very Threatening.
And don't even mention the possibilities for sadness involving puppies and flowers and blue skies and sea-shores.
(Is there an app for that apple?)

For the moment at least, I am able to pick out the many ace parts of my world and acknowledge only with a pityful glance, the rubbish stuff.

In between all this advanced philosophy - sorry I can't explain any further - don't want to get dooced or noosed or whatever the latest blog-term is for virtually offending...
in between, things are great.

We had a lovely few days down in Shropshire with one of my oldest and most-lovely friend and her family. Her daughter Daisy, with her slightly over 365 days life-experience, kept us all firmly in the knowledge of the bigger picture and important matters - like swinging on a swing or how you clearly don't need a spoon to eat a yoghurt. Cole spent at least two hours pretending to fall on the grass to make her laugh. Cool guy or what?

On the way home we went to Chester Zoo.
It was rather impressive as zoo's go... the only animals that I would have preferred not to hang out with were some of the humans - some extraordinary specimens out that day.

Anyway, hope you are all well - thank you to the people who manage to leave a comment - and thank you too to the people who got bored of trying to and emailed me one or facebooked me one.
Comments are always welcome by any system: vanessa@bubble.com

P.S. The picture is of Romany of course.