Mother’s Day

I had some lovely cards and presents from my lovely boys today and a visit from Son1 (I’ll be visiting the further away Son2 myself in the near future). We went for a look at the remains of the Angel Hotel, which has become something of a dark tourist attraction. There is a common compulsion that we feel, I think, to witness it for ourselves, share stories of how we found out about it, and discuss what its future might hold. It’s terribly sad but there is hope. It’ll be a long haul, though.