Blahness

Do you ever have one of those days/weeks where you just think what am I bothering for?

Unfortunately I feel like that today :(  I don't know what is making me feel this way.  I was only telling Trina how positive I was feeling at the weekend and yet here I am just........................well blah!!

Work is hard at the moment as I knew it would be and I figured I would relish in having something to do, which is rare at that place LOL........But it's the same old, same old with that...............

Plus I think the other thing that's wrong is Trina's not at work this week!!  Even though I'm very busy and wouldn't have the time to email her, I still miss her :( 

Oh I don't know perhaps I just need to stop thinking so much........yeah that's probably it!! 

Sorry to be so vague but I'm feeling blah as I've already said and I feel like I'm missing out on something but I don't know what.................

Anyway onwards...................

I have no idea what is being planned for my birthday but I shall be relieved when it finally gets here to find out what's going on!!

@ Jeannette ~ yes he went past me with his back to me, no he wasn't running backwards LOL............he was running in the same direction as I was walking so that's why when he'd gone past and I realised who it was he had his back to me.  If that makes sense!!   If not put it down to my blahness..................

I'm very glad that Katie has decided not to leave us after all :-)  *doing a happy kind of blahhh.........dance* LOL

Anyway was talking to a colleague at work on Monday and they were telling me they had spent part of the weekend on Dartmoor searching for ghosts with some friends who are 'very into' that kind of thing.  They told me this story which I've never heard before and if I ever get a chance I want to go and see it for myself coz I think it's a lovely tale.  I've managed to find it on the web for you guys:

JAY'S GRAVE

 Kitty Jay's wayside grave is situated on the road between Hound Tor and Heatree Cross. It is believed that she committed suicide after becoming pregnant out of wedlock. In keeping with tradition she had to be buried at the nearest crossroads rather than in the consecrated ground of a parish church cemetery.

In 1860, James Bryant, a road mender, discovered bones in a rough grave and it was at first supposed they were that of an animal. When it was discovered they were from a young woman, his wife vaguely remembered a story told to her by her own mother about an orphan girl who hanged herself. The bones were reburied in their present position and to this day fresh flowers appear daily on her grave, creating their own mystery, as nobody knows who does this caring deed.

I think it's amazing that people have held all night vigils and yet still no-one  knows who puts those flowers there.  Whether it's the paranormal or not that's a pretty cool story huh?

I think to cheer myself up and to start educating my journal readers on the benefits of Mr Roger Taylor, here is a classic from Youtube :-)  Man on fire one of Roger's solo efforts and a flippin' good tune.  Enjoy xx

Hope you have a better week than me xx

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