Was a bit resolute this week about not feeling miserable on the 21st 12th of the month since Rosie died. This was mainly because the whole of the week before had been pretty sad. So just worked through it all and didn’t think about it. Well, tried not to think about it. I still have occasional problems with Sunday nights/Monday mornings. Just sometimes I remember everything kicking off at 8.00pm on a Sunday evening and remember that night. Remembering the strangest small bits of it as though my brain is still trying to make sense of it.
Anyway, we had a lively weekend. This was Saturday, on the beach near Minehead. Cal doesn’t really do dogs.
And this was this morning.
Sylv is doing another Race for Life in July and another in October. Go, girl.
And then we went to the pub. In your face, rain in June. Hah!