I went out to check the second lot of peas this morning, the ones I covered properly this time.
Not one left.
No snail trails, no scraps.
Just gone.
Birds, most likely. It’s frustrating doing everything right and still ending up with nothing.
Feels like a bit of a theme at the moment.
Hospital is back in our day again, threading through everything.
You don’t separate it out, you just work around it.
At the same time, I’m trying to keep things normal for the kids.
My granddaughter has a friend over today, and tomorrow I’m taking a couple of them swimming. Simple things, but they matter.
In between, I’m thinking about next week , school, work, what comes next.
Always that balance between now and what’s ahead.
I keep coming back to this: the system isn’t built for people who can’t advocate for themselves.
If no one’s there to push, follow up, and notice what’s missing, to advocate with a loud voice, then things fall through, I see a world where people are just ticking a box to the detriment of the patient.
Then you look at an empty garden bed… and start again.
The Lady in the Back Row 