Glad we can’t see the future

Here is a happy picture of me with my eldest daughter who would have been 49 today. She was 17 in this picture (she’s wearing my dress). and I see from my guidebook we were in Florence. She only had 3 healthy years ahead, then 16 with cancer, undiagnosed for 10 years.

We are having a quiet day. Mr C is weeding and I’m slugging paracetamol, rinsing my sore mouth with salt water, and doing a bit of cooking. He’s inundating me with green stuff - salad leaves, spinach, kale (which my dad said was only for for cattle feed but is quite fashionable now) and now cabbages.