Struggling to put the words to this one. I cry as soon as I try.
It’ll happen, perhaps, at some point.

I love this picture. I am returning to it today (20th) over a week later. I had just been to pick her up from some work that had been done. I had got home from work, got on my bike, cycled all the way out to the workshop which was all shut up. The keys had been left for me. I stowed the bike, climbed in and we drove home together. I couldn’t have felt more love, and fear for her loss.
Oh, to love a lump of metal (don’t tell her I just said that).
But then ... oh, to love a lump of flesh and bone... is it really so different? Am I allowed to say that?
I seem to be doing impressively well on the shameful thoughts front...
Let’s hear it for all those shameful thoughts....
Come out, come out, emerge into the light of day from your shady hovels, your dark recesses, your squirmy mires...