This week has felt heavy.
The weather turned colder almost overnight, heaters dragged back out, coats back on, the house carrying that winter feeling again.
One simple birthday wish from my granddaughter this year: for her mum to be home and well.
Not toys or parties or big presents. Just that.
A little girl wanting her mother better.
It hits hard hearing that out loud.
And hard too watching my daughter looking so unwell, exhausted, skeletal, with barely any spark left in her face.
You keep trying to hold everything together around it, meals, school runs, washing, appointments, work, phone calls, while carrying the worry quietly underneath all of it.
Yesterday’s flash flooding sent rainwater running down my wall, enough to bubble the paint. Another thing added to the list. Insurance claim lodged this morning, trades already calling and coming through.
Life keeps moving whether you have the energy for it or not.
The Lady in the Back Row 