Sunday Monday

A Sunday morning photo on a Monday evening. 

Today had been a quiet one. Really pleased it was after a terrible night's sleep. Woke up at 2.30am and started worrying about work. Needlessly because it was fine but something happens at that time of the day where everything seems so much worse than it really is. 

Sunday was also quiet. Francis left at 7.00am to get Bryn. Made it Salford in good time and then sounds like he spent some hours sitting in the sun while Bryn packed and cleaned his room. He said he only had an hours notice! 

While they did that I went to the gym, cleaned the house, bought a new hoover and went to see Mum. She was in a slightly better state than when I last saw her but still very circular in her conversations. We went for a walk in the sunshine and she happily pointed out all the things she has shown me a hundred times before as if they were all new.

Bryn and Francis got back at late o'clock. It's so nice having him home again. And for so long. Feels like he's only just left.