‘The Cowards Way’ Chapter 11

She writes ‘fiction’ in silence, focused – hate – resentment.

He writes with music – ‘if only’ – obsessed – with another.

So she – attacks her – and he – attacks her too.

‘Both – in love – with her freedom – truth – sincerity.’

I suppose the only thing they have in common is revenge.

Revenge to one another – to hit her – cowards – hiding in the past.

Boring – Dull – cash to trash on the 1980’s type era. No class.

Undeserved … desperate. They’ve only the cat. Poor thing.


So they punish the innocent. Those living their truth.

A reflection of a deeply disturbing monetized relationship.

The cowards way.

Hiding behind rooms they share.

The Nester ©

sly hound

Evie this morning. Sick. Unwell. Can’t cope with ordinary tasks. Fed water with pipette. Fussed. Raspberries on belly from mummy.


I go out to get my jobs done. Here’s Evie shortly after me leaving her.


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOn hearing my car arrive home, Evie returns from garden and goes to bed. No more pippet for this naughty madam. And no collar this evening. Naughty!


Lovely gift of the fab Mary Berry’s Complete Cook Book and some useful door signs for my hotel. I dread to think in this trade. Never dull. Each to their own. I am considering subtle tannoy music.



The Nester ©


crafty me

Over the years I’ve had numerous nesting projects. I suppose a lot of people would feel exhilarated to be adopting a small hotel (well … guest house) – but I cannot help being more excited by the fact I have taught myself to make key rings and have put together a selection of menus. Not to mention revive the ‘Ice Cream Soda’ from bygone days – together with these stunning vintage glasses. I love doing stuff like this – I am so childish. I am now daydreaming about where I can source crochet tea cosies of an extremely decadent nature. Is it wrong to adore ones own company to this degree. Is it wrong to have so many weird thoughts? If so, let wrong be the new right. I tick all my own boxes. A heavy burden.

The Nester. X


little miracles in Southam

Tired, went to bed – woke up – got up – had tea in the conservatory. Pondered over the past few days. Now here – writing. Evie was neutered last Friday. She didn’t bounce back as quickly as I’d like. It really knocked her for six. She’s so tiny. She’s still wearing her collar so she doesn’t  bite at her stitches. Slowly, she’s getting better. I had to feed her by hand and am still administering water to her through a pipette. Poor little darling. Although her vet did mention she could be having me on a bit. And when I went out today, Dad said she was running around like a tornado and jumping on the beds.

Evie Blossom

I went to the Holy Well and brought back water that I’ve been bathing her with. The evening of the visit I got up to make a drink then became aware of water dripping on my head from the kitchen ceiling, also the floor had a puddle. Looking up I noticed that directly below where Evie was lying in her little doggy bed on my bedroom floor, the ceiling was sodden with water. This happened to me a long while ago in an old house I rented in Leeds where a solid oak beam leaked fresh water on a regular basis all over my head when I sat on the sofa (more about that in my book) I want to believe it was a  miracle. It is said water in buildings is a sign of emotional blockages. So perhaps Evie is receiving healing from her Angels.


Then, tonight (just now) I went into the bathroom here at my parents to notice a towel that was shaped in in an interesting way on the floor. So I got my camera and took a photograph  of it.  I just sort of sat on the floor for ages loving the artwork that formed itself organically.  A funny old week. It’s one thing believing in magic but such a gift to see it. I am so grateful. It must be so boring stuck in the mundane world. Come over here (not literally … just cosmically) it is much more fun. Be awake at your own peril …


In addition to all this – I am working on a project. It’s fun but it’s gonna get busy!

The Nester (aka Tiff but I like the variety – we can be who we want when we want – simple.)