Five suitcases between the three of us

Unpacking. So strange, looking at the things which only a few hours ago I obviously thought I could not, above all other things, live without. For example, this woollen blanket that went on first one lad’s cot and then the other. Beautiful as it is – soft...

I knew it would happen, but I hoped it would not

That’s that then. Holiday over. And what a way to end a holiday, with a twenty hour trip either squeezed into a seat that’s too small even for someone who barely hits five foot two, or sitting around an airport paying exorbitant amounts for a dried out...

This should clarify things

It was cryptic I suppose, that last post, and no, being my friend on facebook wouldn’t help because it’s things to which I don’t have the public right, but that’s a further symptom of the broader issue. That is, most of my plans – both...