Took this on the anniversary of mum’s death.
Dates are funny things.
I’m not sure what it all means.

Anyway, I’m writing this on the following Saturday, the 23rd, following a bit of a slog of a week and now, having stopped, a slump. I’ve booked most of the coming week off. Dangerous thing to do as I now know from experience.
Through the usual tedium, persistent sadness and exhaustion of tears of not wanting to bother any more I am trying to haul myself off to what I had in ‘mind’ to kick start myself to move this weekend and hope the momentum will carry me on through the days off.