Pom-Pom Blossom

This morning I met my good friend who lost her six-day old daughter just under a month ago. To say it was an emotional few hours is an understatement: we cried, we hugged, we laughed and we talked and talked. It was good, I think. Poor love is actually quite a mess and is starting counselling next week. I hope she clicks with the counsellor and is able to open up. Bless her. We made arrangements to see each other again in a few weeks.

In other news, my sore throat is back and I'm now on my third course of antibiotics in four weeks. Urgh.

This tree is in the road outside our house... bit of an emergency blip.