Proud of My Boy

Working 13+ hour days in a care home, dealing with stuff I don't even like thinking about - because he believes that the elderly with dementia are the most marginalised in our society, and being paid a pittance for it. Not that he complains.

Grateful for all my senses:
- sun warming my skin and a breeze refreshing me
- a blackbird loudly making music above me
- the smell of the coffee beans Deb ground after she got back from doing our church's two livestreams this morning
- fresh Spring greens against a pure blue sky
- garlicky rice and rosemary roast chicken for Sunday lunch