Monday

A clammy walk this morning.

I'm hoping the afternoon is dry enough for me to cut the back lawn.

Florence has Fran, a close school friend, visiting this evening. I think Fran and Jordan will take her out somewhere. It'll do her good.

Florence had a message from another school friend, Zoe, telling her that her dad has died suddenly. Bit of shock all round. I got on really well with him during their school days. Florence hasn't told Zoe her recent history.

When Clive and I drove to London in the early hours of Friday 21st of June, we had no idea whether Florence would survive her accident at West Ham tube station. I was preparing for the worst possible outcome. Every now and again, my belly flips. She's here, she's alive and she seems as she was. 

Somehow I shall have to let her go again.