Pictures of an Unknown Past
One of the strange things about going through my parents stuff is finding pictures like this. It's a baby, but I have no idea who it is, or whose child it is. It's not Mark or I, I'm sure of that, but the identity of the kid will probably always remains a mystery.
A little snapshop of a moments in my parents past that will never be available to me.
Weird, weird feeling.
A Small Gate Problem
And I just couldn't resist sharing this picture of Mr Heape obeying the country code to the letter…
A True Holiday
OK, it was only a weekend away. But for the first time in years, Lorna & I had a weekend away with friends, and just chilled out.
It felt so very good, like life is slowly returning to something resembling normal after Mum's illness. Life moves on. And it's becoming enjoyable again.
