Maybe it’s the vast quantities of iron, maybe the arrival of summer to the north coast, but things are looking up. Well, inside my head they are anyway and thats what counts. No baby, no updates on the blood count but in the middle of the watching and waiting a little more peace has descended. I’m thankful for the kick-ass sermon Jayber gave on Sunday about Penetecost that was inspiring and moving and well, just great (I am allowed to be biased), for the fun afternoon spent wtaching the boys discover how blood-curdlingly cold paddling on The Strand is and for the simple pleasure of my Mum’s gluten/dairy/sugar free apple crumble.
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