Broken

Preschool was cancelled and has been until thursday - staff sickness, hard to explain to the tiddly. She was not happy. So we baked a bit, I achieved almost nothing and then we went to ballet.

Today was never going to be a good day. It's a day thick with memories. The last full day Our Little Man was alive, tomorrow will be worse and then there's wednesday :( I hate March.

Today's blip therefore was seriously lacking inspiration, and yet broken shells seem to say enough.