Today we looked after our granddaughter who’s only three. Continue reading
A Furlong daughter popped in for coffee yesterday.
I get quite depressed about music currently. The old melodic music I knew and loved seems to have disappeared, and we are left with cacophony on four notes. Continue reading
In my forties, I got my age wrong. I thought I was turning a year older than I was. It was only when I mentioned how old I was to my mother that she pointed out I was year younger. I MADE a year! It seemed like a nice birthday gift. Continue reading
For many years, Mr Furlong and I ran an Art Gallery. We bought a collection of originals that pleased us over the years. When we moved to our ‘new’ downsized abode we distributed most of our pictures around the Furlong family. I never dreamed we would be buying another piece. Continue reading
Here is a frightening meditation for today….
If this little video doesn’t terrify you, then I don’t know what will!
Think on it. Continue reading
Both Mr Furlong and I grew up in Africa. Winter and summer we took sandwiches to school in our lunch boxes. Sometimes in summer it was in days (many days) of 38 to 40 degrees of heat. Our lunchboxes remained in our suitcases till lunch time and then we opened our lunch boxes and ATE the sandwiches. No one died. No one got sick. We all lived. Continue reading
Mr Furlong is a clever picture framer. It was his business.
Look what he did! Continue reading
I am sorting videos and pictures on my computer: interesting stuff to me – a record of the Furlong Family’s life. Continue reading
This Furlong has been bad about blogging here. She’s been melancholic. Well, say, maybe, wistful and pensive too.
Even overcome by memories? Continue reading