There are lots of things that hurt that I expected would hurt.
There are also things that hurt that I hadn’t anticipated.
This is one of those.
Every night we set the table I count through the people in the house.
I count Mum, Joe, Fred, Ella, Jim, Myself and
and it stings every single time.
I thought I would get used to it, but it’s still the same pain as 11 weeks ago.
I still make myself do it though, set the table I mean, because if I don’t do it someone else will feel the sting.
Sometimes I just get all the plates, cups and cutlery out in piles on the table for people to help themselves to avoid any counting at all.
So that’s a thing.
Everything else is gliding along though.
It’s all happening and we’re kind of floating along with it.
I’m feeling a little more these days, still not in full HD 1080p yet, but it’s progress.
I’m trying really hard to look forward to Christmas. I love this time of year so much. I’m determined to make it happy and lovely and memorable.
If all this has taught me something I am a determined little soul. 🙈
Happy Saturday you lovely lot 💕