Good Grief 234

Shelter and irony
The irony is the post here has one of those yellow signs on it saying 'Danger of death'.
Shelter is complex.
What follows will be random. Too tired now from a day of crying in between, and whilst, doing everything else. I had to try and negotiate between sobbing whilst doing jobs at home and then trying to be a little more presentable in the public domain and then a final flourish as I got home, having made it, again.
Trying to search for some small sense of internal shelter, so much harder to achieve (think King Lear in the storm scene) I looked back and was reminded about writing. Some small shelter in that perhaps.