Well, Ma Mère, There have been so many times when I’ve gathered up all the little shiny moments I’ve collected during the day, ready to present to you in our evening phone call and then I remember all over again that you’re not there. But, Mum, so much has happened since you’ve gone - maybe you know, maybe you don’t - that I’ve decided to write to you instead. A few days after you died, we sold our house! After all those months! We even joked about you rattling cages somewhere. At first, nothing happened and then suddenly everything happened at a breathless pace and the next thing I knew I found myself driving (yes, me, driving!) along the M4 to Bridgend and the Time Capsule House, the one you said you and Dad would have bought. I remarked, when we first viewed it that if it was meant for us, it would come to us. Over a year later, when it had been under offer twice, we moved in. Oh, Mum, you and Dad would have loved this house; it’s peak Seventies and the decor - the pampas ensu...
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But very well done indeed!
What an achievement, you must be so thrilled.
CJ xx
Go you! And a great time!
Congratulations to you ... hoping that you are resting well today.
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You didn't look at all puffed either.
You worked so hard and deserve every success.
PS Have you read...
What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami? Great book for writers who run or runners who write.
BT
Hubby is going to New York on 2nd November. Think you are all mad...where is the pleasure in running when you can walk (or crawl or limp in my case)
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