Forget ...

...Me Not.

My dad once posted some fresh forget me not's to me in Africa .... they took months to arrive and when they did I couldn't work out what the mould in the envelope was. Such a sweet idea, plucked from the garden. These are the same flowers seeded from his garden into mine.

Speak to Chris on FaceTime finally ... haven't spoken to him since my tragic visit home so its strange to relieve it. Sad I won't get to see him when he's home next week nor to see Dad on his birthday.