Friday, 12 August 2011

Most Days

I can just jog along.
But some days I feel really exhausted physically and emotionally.
Some days the kids get a bad deal, as I can be on a very short fuse.

Some things just set me off crying. Like visiting Osbourne House on the isle of Wight last week, Queen Victoria's 'country cottage', I saw the bed where she died, and the plaque her children put up over the bed . The curator must have been surprise at this weird woman crying over Queen Vic's death.

I guess it's all part of grieving. It gets me in the strangest ways and at such odd times.

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