Time passes

What a difference six months makes.

All good in terms of pots.

Mostly pants in other parts of life.

Mum has been gone for most of those six months and it daily floors me and dissolves me into tears.



The summer holidays start next week and for the first time in ten years, well, six I suppose of school holidays, there is some serious juggling to be done as I no longer of the option of giving Mum the school term dates and knowing she'll just be there, doing it all, filling in the days with fun and sunshine.

I just hope that in another six months, or even six years if it takes that long, that my life can fill out and bloom again.