The past few weeks have been extremely hectic, but have now started to slow down to a much better pace. However, this is bringing in new feelings (or rather old feelings) of despair. I am unpacking boxes now at a more leisurely pace, but so many of these boxes have things in them that hit me hard when I open them up. Ian’s outfit for the St Georges Day. I can still smell him on it. Two big white plates he always used for his barbecues. Silly things that just emphasise so much that has now gone. I expected this. When the busyness relaxed a little, I expected to start getting hit a bit harder. Expecting doesnt make it easier though. Bollox
