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Having been with Mum for an hour or so this morning, I walked the girls whilst her washing was in the machine and got back to put it on the line. Honestly, my heart breaks for her, she currently sees no point to life, the pain is so overwhelming for her.
I enjoyed my walk. I used to walk the track in the bottom photo to School, to the primary school we turned right from the estate, and to the comprehensive, we turned left. We always walked to school ... and back again! I guess we didn't realise how easy life was then, but today, apart from family concerns, I can't help but worry about the future in the hands of Reform. All I can say is if you voted for them, I hope you have health insurance, as Farage has already said if he makes it to No. 10, then he'll scrap the NHS, scrap the minimum wage, scrap workers' rights and the human rights bill. Yeah, it put the fear of god into me.
Anyway, this is no place for politics; the girls loved the long grass on the walk, and, to be honest, so did I. The smells were wonderful, the colours of spring fresh and rewarding and the bird song soothing. I walked as far as the railway crossing, but after the last fiasco of getting them over the stiles, I decided to go back the way I came.
