.......not the best of days.......

Up early this morning and down to the tackle shop to see the boys........on the way home I picked up breakfast for the Daughter and I.

We drank tea/coffee...we talked.........I had a nap............we put it off as long as we could.........at least I did............but eventually we had to start........the worst job.......sorting through Helen's clothes.......and other things....deciding what could be donated to the Hospice.........what had to go out..........and what we wanted to keep.

I fought the tears for most of the afternoon........not always successfully.....and then the S & H, YH and the girls turned up......and then it started to snow.............the girls wanted to be outside in it straight away............and the tears came again........Helen loved the snow........since we first began to live together the first snow of winter was greeted with our own little ritual.


Once the snow was judged to be deep enough off would come the shoes and socks...........and we'd go for a run in the snow in our bare feet......once round the garden.......and then back in doors.......in front of the fire...hot drinks.......and feel the delicious pain of the circulation returning. ........I realised I'd never do that again.

Helen's brother called in on his way back from football.........God knows why but he'd been to watch Stockport County!........we sent for Chinese food.............another play in the snow for the girls and then off home they went.

The Daughter and I finished off in the bedroom.....just the cosmetics/toiletries.....the books........the DVD's....the coat rack..........to go through.................

The good news today was.............when I phoned to check that the tickets for the ride on the train pulled by the Flying Scotsman tomorrow would be ready to be collected at 11.00.....the answer was "They are Sir, ready at the ticket office.......FOUR adult returns"............so the Daughter is coming with me.......and so are D and V! Not bad for a slip on the ice an d a cut knee!

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