Another brick in the wall

It felt like I reached the final piece of a long running story today-I handed the keys for my mum's flat to the Estate Agent this morning.

She moved here after living for 42 years in our family home. It was tiny compared to the house with 17 rooms which she had left. She filled it with stuff and enjoyed not having the obligations of a large property and garden.

J and I laboured this year for at least five months to update it and make it a desirable place to live. We seemingly succeeded as it sold quickly and now there is no need to ever visit this part of Glasgow again.

It's not about the bricks or tiles of course, but saying goodbye to my beloved mum.