Monday, 7 July 2008

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It's been a grim weekend, as you would expect. We are all regrouping; but in the meantime Ma and I have come down with some kind of virulent chest-thing, probably caught in the hospital. And I still have conjunctivitis, generously brought home from nursery by Leo.

Also in the meantime, a client has forgotten to pay us; they have sorted themselves out this morning, but it's meant some nail-biting VAT jiggling. CHAPS is a wonderful thing.

The weather matches my mood - blustery, wet, hot and cold in turns. New Baby is still kicking away; which on one hand is good. But on the other hand I am not getting much sleep. I am burying myself in listing all Ma's surplus tomato plants on eBay. In three days I have sold five batches of three, so I'm quite pleased about it. eMail me if you'd like some - Alicante or Gardener's Delight (cherry ones), 12" plants in 3"-size pots, £1.50 for three, plus 1st Class postage (£2.50 for 3). She has loads.

I just want to cry. I need to turn out Dad's stuff from some of the cupboards this afternoon - the recycling people will take clothes apparently, and they come tomorrow.

16 comments:

  1. Hon, I have just caught up on your news. I'm so sorry for your loss.

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  2. Hon, I have just caught up on your news. I'm so sorry for your loss.

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  3. I know - its awful getting rid of clothes - I found it really hard but I had to just keep telling myself - its just stuff its not Mum or in your case Dad - its just fabric - it helped just a little bit!

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  4. Oh, Ally, I just read about your dad. I'm so sorry. He did celebrate Leo's naming day -- that will be a great memory for you all.

    Here' s wishing you the strength to get through this! *hugs*

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  5. Oh, Ally, I just read about your dad. I'm so sorry. He did celebrate Leo's naming day -- that will be a great memory for you all.

    Here' s wishing you the strength to get through this! *hugs*

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  6. What a time to be poorly!

    More *hugs*

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  7. What a time to be poorly!

    More *hugs*

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  8. You know, darls, it's perfectly natural for you to want to cry and you should cry whenever you want for however long you want. And don't let anybody tell you not to.

    Or they'll have to deal with me.

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  9. You know, darls, it's perfectly natural for you to want to cry and you should cry whenever you want for however long you want. And don't let anybody tell you not to.

    Or they'll have to deal with me.

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  10. My sister and I sorted out the clothes quickly, while we were upset anyway and we were still a bit numb.

    Ms Mac's absolutely right, if waves of sadness keep hitting you for a long time - for years, even - DON'T think you should be 'over it by now'. It takes as long as it takes, and that's normal and natural. Just be kind and loving to yourself, as you would be to your dearest friend.

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  11. My sister and I sorted out the clothes quickly, while we were upset anyway and we were still a bit numb.

    Ms Mac's absolutely right, if waves of sadness keep hitting you for a long time - for years, even - DON'T think you should be 'over it by now'. It takes as long as it takes, and that's normal and natural. Just be kind and loving to yourself, as you would be to your dearest friend.

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  12. Awe cripes, weather, clothes and poorly-ness is shitty alright. Thinking of you all. love and hugs, Karen x

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  13. Really sorry. Can't imagine my good thoughts will make much difference but have them anyway.

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  14. Really sorry. Can't imagine my good thoughts will make much difference but have them anyway.

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  15. I'd give yourself a bit of time on the stuff-sorting front - it's not imperative that you do everything straight off, you know.

    *hug*

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  16. I'd give yourself a bit of time on the stuff-sorting front - it's not imperative that you do everything straight off, you know.

    *hug*

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