A very thin piece of string am I. Work has me stretched, then last week me mum flew over from Canada for a month. Throw in standing room only on the train and it means a non blogging boy.

I am both exstatic about having my mum here, and tremendously sad. Haven’t seen her since my dad’s funeral 10 months ago, and now the reality of an old lady with accidental brain damage is overtly clear. More soon, but the boy is morose and buried in work.

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