Is that how you spell pestilence? I think so. We’ve had plague again this week. Sylv’s had it this time. She’s better now though.
Rosie’s been in my thoughts a lot as well. She’s in my thoughts a lot anyway, but this week every day I’ve had a jolt of realising that she’s dead. A real jolt. One of the disbelieving jolts where your mind can’t quite accept what it’s just told you. I couldn’t work out why this should be such an issue this week – until this morning.
Last Saturday, Sylvie had a photoshoot, which was a belated thirteenth birthday present. And it was at the same place she and Rosie had one done, which I shall be forever grateful for, as we have some lovely pictures of them. So that must have sparked it off. And then, Sylv being ill was a round of text messages, and hot water bottles and dosing up with paracetamol and magazines for the poorly one and sitting together watching rubbish TV. For the first time in I don’t know how many years we had no pumpkin carving on Halloween, and I remember last year not being at all sure if you could put a pumpkin lantern on a grave. And I suppose it was those same but different things which had echoes reaching out. So it all feels a bit two steps backwards. I know that’s okay. But it’s disconcerting and unsettling. So we’re off to see some fireworks tonight. 🙂 And it’s the ZUMBATHON next Sunday don’t forget. 🙂
Oh, and I don’t know why my last post didn’t show one of the photos I’d put into it. I’m going to try again and see if it works this time:
Now I have to write this bit before I load the picture, so either this will say – ah yes, it does. Or: curious, why doesn’t it like that picture?
Ah, I see it does work this time. That’s what £802.20 looks like in a jam jar.