Levelled

Read some of my Holocaust book this evening, very humbling and a stark reminder that there is always someone worse off. Helpful to keep you on a level when you've been through your own grief.
Spent the day at the mother's and painted her kitchen. Job completed in one afternoon much to her surprise! I did exclaim, "I'm an artist!". This was promptly followed by laughter from us both.
Tea at the mother's too and home to prepare for a birthday BBQ at a friend's parents' - the diet will have to wait alongside the hug for my liver.