Change

Okay so this morning I was up bright and breezy to attend a Bootcamp class at Dovestone.
This harks the beginning of the Project Tackle Flabby Legs for Summer.
I certainly felt the burn! We ran, jogged & circuit trained ourselves around the 5k circumference of the Reservoir & I felt invigorated upon completion.
Same time next week...!

Alex & the girls headed off to Hull for a pre-birthday get together for Gracie.
I had originally intended to go but the clashing of another birthday party (that we subsequently didn't end up getting to) paved the afternoon to a St Helens visit instead.
Noodle joined us and she seemed to be loving the wind blowing through her fur as she sat on the backseat of my roof-down car.
The afternoon was leisurely & fun, and Tony even managed to fix up the fused out radio on my car.
I managed to snap my new "do" whilst at my mum's, whilst Ferguson was scampering in & out the garden with Noodle & Grandpa

Return home was not quite so pleasant.
Terribly sad news that Nick had lost his Dad late afternoon caused misunderstandings (& confusion on my part) between Alex & I and it flared into a complete & utterly unnecessary row.
My heart ached for Nick & I took an incredible degree of offence when I was accused of being "in a mood" because the situation didn't revolve around me....
WHAT?!?

I went to bed early with a heavy heart. I didn't want company of any kind.

Losing a loved one is one of the hardest things to deal with.
When it's a parent, a part of your childhood goes with them, in a way. Special times you spent together are only now in your memory, at risk of being forgotten as your grow with your own children. You can no longer share them with open & mutual affection. There is no-one to remind you of that day out, that funny occurrence, or all those other times where only your Dad will do.