fresh beds and plant pots

My guests checked out this morning in Lytham, and I am savoring my second small venture. It was quite a challenge adapting to the cowardly ways of spyware and bugging, which have so far operated above the law, a situation I’ve had to endure since November 2022. It’s concerning how an unstable, delusional mind can inflict psychological pain on good people, as well as harbor malicious intentions towards minors, pets, public profiles, and staff members.

We can only hope the (clearly bored) ‘comedian’ in Hampstead will disconnect from his intrusive ways and focus on his own life, while we extend our best wishes to him and his team of criminals. It’s distressing to learn that my phone images are being hacked, and it’s concerning that new ideas have emerged, based on specific dates from my bedroom. The picture belonged to my late father. It’s hugely sentimental and up until recently, it was personal. Just like family matters should be, and are for most people.

I recently poured my whole heart and a bit of my sanity into the exhilarating world of wax melts, a passion that blossomed amidst the upheaval of lockdown life. Alongside my ‘partner’ in transformation, of ‘that time’, where we sought solace in this unique pursuit. Bringing a little ray of sunshine into the midst of quarantine blues. And you know what? I’m still at it, turning forgotten items into treasures, from neglected furniture to mundane plant pots, breathing life and charm into every corner.

Recently,I revitalised my late father’s weathered benches, and let me tell you, they’re my pride and joy! Stay tuned for more escapades on this post (when I get time …) because I have countless stories to share. Right now, I’m reveling in the warm glow that comes from being a nesting enthusiast, surrounded by my diverse and cherished circle of loved ones, mainly of the fluffy kind. Good guests, friendly locals, but most of all, ME. It’s just got real. And I love to indulge with over sharing. Faking Friends is so irrelevant when we can enjoy our own peace. Sorry if I appear to be a missing person, but I am really enjoying my cat time with reality and intelligent focus.

Anyway I have shit loads of cleaning and washing to do. Bills to pay and local adventures. Have a lovely Sunday to all.

Tiffy Belle.