Love your dog story! Make room for miracles as the energies rise and people really wake up.
My friend (who has just gone totally self employed) told me that last week she decided she would withdraw £500 from her £2,000 stash of premium bonds (as she never won anything)
She did not follow through due to time constraints and awoke yesterday to an email from Premium Bonds telling her she had won £500.
I like November because we celebrate Il Giorno dei Morti 🖤. It's bittersweet but I feel closer to my grandparents this time of year, RIP🌹. Give Dolly some love from me on her birthday 😻
It sounds like you have a good life, Karl. Thanks for sharing, and happy birthday to Dolly.
When you mentioned Monty the dog it brought back a flood of memories of the one eyed dog, Monty, and the elderly man who was his owner I used to say hello to on my walk to school as a child. They lived in the lane I would cut through. Thanks for that.
Love your dog story! Make room for miracles as the energies rise and people really wake up.
My friend (who has just gone totally self employed) told me that last week she decided she would withdraw £500 from her £2,000 stash of premium bonds (as she never won anything)
She did not follow through due to time constraints and awoke yesterday to an email from Premium Bonds telling her she had won £500.
Isn't that wonderful?
Yes, there are patterns and serendipities all around us. I'm sure they can't _all_ be coincidences!
I like November because we celebrate Il Giorno dei Morti 🖤. It's bittersweet but I feel closer to my grandparents this time of year, RIP🌹. Give Dolly some love from me on her birthday 😻
Will pass your message on to Dolly!
Thank you ! I hope she gets some of her favorite treats and lots of love today!
True, that's a good celebration. :-)
It sounds like you have a good life, Karl. Thanks for sharing, and happy birthday to Dolly.
When you mentioned Monty the dog it brought back a flood of memories of the one eyed dog, Monty, and the elderly man who was his owner I used to say hello to on my walk to school as a child. They lived in the lane I would cut through. Thanks for that.
I will pass on your message to Dolly. :-) Aye, memories are funny like that. A word, a sound, a smell, suddenly they come flooding back. :-)