There is the horror of the dirty nappies....the shrieks and squeals of a little girl who likes to make a lot of noise. Parenting is a full time job, it appears. I don't seem to be able to find a lot of time for writing. There are ideas floating around in my head, but getting them down is another story (pun not really intended). They're also all quite vague, nothing quite story-shaped just yet. Maybe I should try a few writing challenges to get back into it...
There has been sadness as well. We had to say goodbye to Muttley a few weeks ago. He was barely mobile, and getting incontinent. It was hard seeing him like that, and hard for him to be like that. This is how I want to remember him:
Heading to the beach
At the beach
Savaging a stick...
Happy.
Goodbye, Muttley.
He was a great dog and will never be forgotten.
