The Lady in the Back Row

Time to Breathe, relax, and marvel at the little joys.

The work is loud.

The year is long.

Ready for a break.

Ready for Christmas.

No time for love, yet Browning’s Portuguese still whispers in my mind. ✨

Grandchildren! ❤️

The world’s greatest joy !

🤩🎄👣🐱🐶🐟🐹☘️🍃

A cat, a dog, fish, plants, and me—somewhere in between, I’ve never been happier.

Positivity is realising you’ve survived worse… and still made coffee.

Christmas is about the kids, their magic, their joy.

But some children won’t see it this year. Sick, scared, or simply missing out.

If the season feels heavy, you’re not alone. And if you witness a child’s light, hold it close. That’s the gift that matters.

The world is full of advice and quotes.

Most people are just getting up, going to work, and getting through.

Life is work, worry, and noise.

Not everything needs fixing.

Sometimes it’s enough to sit in the garden and look at the trees.

Sunday is just Saturday with consequences.

Messy, tragic, raw ……..

The world is all that, but today,

I choose the beauty. 🌿

Seventh admission, work, hospital, kids, three dogs, two cats, fish.

Bring on the weekend 🤩

Start work. Staff Christmas party. Toblerone chocolate. Pass-the-parcel. Fence falling down. Apocalyptic backyard. Dog babysat. Afternoon emergency room. Very sick kid. Sun shining. Beautiful day.

Some people fall apart loudly. Others do it while packing lunches, showing up to work, paying bills, and pretending everything’s fine.

Not because they’re stronger.

Because life doesn’t pause when you need it to.

Most of us don’t get the luxury of breaking down.

We just tighten the bolts, keep moving, and deal with the cracks later.

Welcome to the back row.