It’s a very long time since I’ve posted on this blog; a lot has happened and unhappened. What I would like to do here is to (a) collate the imagined conversations I had with my deceased husband, Anthony and (b) add a few more. It’s nearly eight years since Ants died.
Imagined Conversation
Me: Hi, Ants, sorry it’s been so long since I spoke to you like this; I got a bit lost, selling the farm, finding this cottage, resettling, you know….
Anthony: JULES! It’s okay. Although I do miss your lullaby voice.
Me: What?
Anthony: Sultry?
Me: OMG, I was trying to tell you something important about the well-being of your progeny!
Anthony: He is a champion – always has been.
Me: I know.
Anthony: “And so is she!”
Me: I think I’ve found you again, Ants.
jmgoyder 
I missed you! 🗝☕🕰📜🖋️
You are kind but I now think that my recent post was pretty lame, and it’s probably unhealthy to continue to conjure Ants.
Life can surprise us.
And, wouldn’t that be wonderful.
Yep!
How are you now Julie?😍
Well enough, thanks Arlene!
❤ good to see you, and fun as ever!
Thanks, Beth x
Good to hear you are doing well
Thanks, Brenda!
It was a nice surprise to see a post by you
I read your posts all the time, Joanne!