Off to London this morning ; to do a bit of shopping, lunch and enjoy the Gay Pride festivities.
It has been a good week. The holiday plans are almost complete, bags nearly packed; all is well. At a week to go there is a healthy glimmer of happy anticipation. We, my daughter and I have an unspoken rule about ‘plans’ for the future; her with her homesickness and me, with my empty nest we are inclined to grizzle about our ‘misfortunes’; this, for the most part is acceptable we are allowed to be sad. However, life does go on and we overcome the grief with a degree of success.
So our coming holiday will be a joy; three weeks of love, hopefulness and plans to make our subsequent separation will be gently made.
By way of celebration I share a picture from last year.