4 years

I had a blip all prepared and ready-to-go for today, but now I find that I cannot bring myself to blip it.

On 4th August 2017 Spouse drove Step-brat and the kids down to the port so they could catch the ferry to the airport to fly home while I remained at the cottage making it ready for the arrival of the next guests. That was fine by me, I cope far better with seeing a car disappear round the bend in the road on its way into the village than I do with waving at a ferry and then driving home again lonely.
As I cleaned the cottage I kept finding little notes hidden where only someone cleaning would find them, and they made my heart leap.
Three were addressed to me and a fourth was addressed to both of us. The fourth I shared with Spouse and the other three I hid. Those are now more precious to me than any jewellery I have ever owned – just three little notes scrawled in felt-tip pen on scraps of paper torn from a single sheet.

I can't publish those treasures, no matter how much I thought I could, so here is a substitute triptych.