HOME AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN

I think I made the right decision to come home a day early to avoid the BA strike. I didn't relish the idea of being unable to get home. I think that's a basic instinct in most people isn't it? It's good to go away, but even better to come home again.

The children were glad to see me and that is more than money can buy. I am so blessed with my family and friends. They are doing their very best to help me through this awful time and I sincerely hope that this will continue because I will never get over Davy's death. He left such a big hole in me that will never be filled.

So, where to next? Tomorrow morning we get picked up by minibus at 10.30 to start our journey to the Island of exotic birds for a beach holiday with the children. It should be fun.