Had the most wonderful surprise and last night after I'd got ready for bed (yes - half past six - quite a late one actually) the phone rang and H had decided to come home and not go skiing straight from Brighton. So gorgeous to have him home for a few days. He took me out this afternoon and we sent a couple of parcels out to C. R was in a really lovely mood and enjoyed the ball very much and then she popped back to uni, but only for a few days because it's the end of term on Friday. Tempest fugit.
Had a crushingly scary thought and hoped it was just a happy moment of kismet that he's home. The last time this happened was when Lusty broke down and he was able to attend C's leaving do against all odds - suffering a lot of ribbing along the lines of 'what did you do to her, and what will happen when you get caught'. Being an avid believer in destiny and things happening for a purpose, the like of which we don't necessarily understand for a long time hence, can nurture a fertile imagination and must work on just being grateful he's here and no more than that.
Spoke to my line manager today and felt really nostalgic for my colleagues and work. They really do the most worthwhile job and everyone is so kind and professional and just bloody good at what they do - even ofsted said so. I think it will be good to rejoin the human race and become a fully functioning person (God willing) in January - it's alarming how quickly one can become institutionalised into invalidity.
Just cooking dinner and saying a few prayers for the happiness and well being of those away from home.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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