Reserved

It was a long, cold and miserable journey home.

I woke up to a text message that my lovely toothless scabby old boy had died while I was away.

I believe in being kind. I believe in being kind just because. But that message reinforced that belief: it was an unfortunate coincidence that it followed a stream of unkind messages sent to me before I left for my holiday. You never know when you are going to HAVE to hurt someone - so you see if only for that reason, it is so much nicer to be kind until then.

It was too dark when I got home to collect him to bring him home to bury. And I had shopping to do before the boys got home from school. I'll have to deal with that today.