Walk 2

Worky, mental worky with a lunchtime walk. Then I cancelled hot yoga, I decided 5:30 on a Friday was meant for opening wine instead. Then I realised that a full on proper busy week with no free time is the perfect thing for convincing yourself that everything is just fine. It's not all fine. I don't have my dad to visit this weekend and it's all just actually shit. I cried a bit at Jay, went for a fabulous sunset beach walk, rang my mum and cried at her too. It will be ok I guess, just not yet.

Will has started the packing for his Isle of Wight trip on Monday. Daisy unpacked and refolded everything and then had to stamp off when he furied her too much.

Oh! And Will won't hold my hand anymore! Apparently he is not two anymore. It's an all round day of sadness. The sunset was nice though.