It didn't come home but I did
BigA was away for the weekend and because the football did not come home (I insisted we go to a pub to watch it, M was much more enthusiastic than A) M and I came home and I was forced to do some of my course work because I couldn't turn the TV on. And happily submitted the next bit. On Monday we all set off for a trip to my other home, my childhood one. It's always full of memories, mostly happy ones. It still feels a bit strange knowing my dad won't be there. While there I got the small suitcase I had left in mum's loft, it's full of letters, cards and keepsakes. Looking through this stuff was fun. Old diaries and love letters, a few old pictures and every thank you card from my first school. A and M joined in looking at some of it and my mum got down her old jewelry boxes telling the girls all the stories that went with each piece. Very special. The girls made the most of being best the sea, going in it every day. I got to see Jessie but not the rest of her f...