It’s been raining all day. Again.
Last night I went to sleep in the spare room, I have a horrible cold and didn’t want to keep Mr M awake but I couldn’t settle. I turned the light out and then on again… walked to the bathroom… tried again to go to sleep but I just couldn’t, got some water but still sleep eluded me. I felt uneasy and anxious and couldn’t work out why.
Then this morning I found out.
A broken heart. The first lesson in how much love can hurt.
I guess some sort mothering instinct was at play there… so indulge me a little Babs…
while you're ahead... 