Strangely, it;s not raining! Very strange not to wake up to the patter against the window. Just trees bending in the wind. When our friend died 2 years ago, leaving behind 2 little children and a mountain of broken hearts, the weather stormed around us, thunder, lightening, rain slashing, trees crashing. It lasted days. She never was one for going quietly, our friend. Today when I look at the more gentle bending of branches, I imagine new souls, touching the leaves as they pass in a final farewell.
We have a new multi-agency room at work. People keep coming and asking us what the booking system will be. We have so many bits of paper to book so many different rooms in our building, that we have decided " no more." Instead of a booking form, priority will be given in direct proportion to the amount of chocolate people bring with them.
Think maybe I will try walking backwards into Friday, the view from behind at the end of the week, might be better!
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