The Spectrum Ends

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Mornings are a hard part of the day for Albert. The small normality of old routines (swapping and sharing sections of the Sunday newspaper) now seem vast in their absence. We sat at the kitchen table and he lifted his blanket of grief to let me under for a while.

We headed home this afternoon and Murphy was absolutely beside himself when we got back. He actually started jumping (not at me, just jumping) when I walked in the door and wouldn’t leave my side (except to run off to bring me shoes). “Erm I’m here too Murphy,” said The Prince behind me, shaking his head, but this fell on deaf doggy ears!

C

PS This is a pole at the top of the Cairn o’ Mount. It is covered in loads of stickers (mainly motorbike clubs). The Prince noticed the one at the bottom!