half past eleven at night is no time to start a morning blog.
A day that started with a walk in the park and ended in chaos, trying to tidy things in the living room, the task got bigger as it went on, not smaller.
And then the son has a small teenage breakdown, frightening, he is suddenly an aggressive young man claiming that he is not being taken seriously.
The serious thing is that this is actually funny, but letting out the sense of humour would not be appropriate right now.
And then an echo from work, despite retirement there is a picture to be found which seems to have vanished.
There is little time for blogging today, no time for note taking.
sorry
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