Hiding in Plain Sight!

I'm taking this week off to use up the last of my annual leave, before the new Leave year starts on April 1st.  So today I got up when G went to work, made coffee and took it with all the weekend papers back to bed.  Lovely. 

Getting up (much later!), I did a wee bit of laundry, a tiny smidgin of housework, a miniscule amount of household admin, and a peck of gardening! 

The peck consisted of going out with the camera to look for my Blip for today, thinking I'd photograph the snowdrops which have eventually fully emerged (very late this year). 

However, as I went round to peer at the borders Rocky decided he would disappear into the middle of some overgrown shrubs, and then re-appeared to peer at me through the bony carcass of the Fennel, which I had deliberately not cut back so as to leave the seeds for the birds.  I think he thought I couldn't see him!

It was a beautiful day today, and I should be ashamed of myself for not doing more to tidy up, either outside or inside.  But I'm not.

More sadness in the world this weekend.  Found out last night that our friend up in Inverness lost his old Dad, after sitting at his bedside for several days.  He and his sister have taken daily turns in looking after the old boy for months now, as he got frailer, so in some ways I suppose it will be a relief.  But - your Dad's your Dad, no matter how old you are, and it will still be a very painful loss. 

However, not so unbearable as the other sad news I heard this morning; that one of my fellow Women for Independence has lost her 20 year old son, who has been found dead after having been missing for 24 hours.  I don't know any of the details, but assume that what I am thinking is what most other people would think in the same circumstance. 

A promising young life cut short.  Whether as a result of depression, accident, or any other reason, there is no way a parent should have to come to terms with the loss of their child, and I don't know how they ever find the strength and courage to carry on.