Heard from fellow soldier's Mum and she's still over the moon to have her boy home, but the egg-timer is shifting sand in her mind and she's dreading him going back. Know exactly how she feels, as it gets nearer to C coming home, it actually becomes harder to bear.
Work was really lovely today. Social Care lesson covering acceptable practice in order to avoid discrimination and then art and peaceful contemplative creativity. Sometimes I think I should be the one paying for the privilege of being allowed to be there and not the other way round. The kids were so keen and open and full of boundless enthusiasm, doesn't seem five minutes since I was like that. Culture shock to realise that in reality, of course, it was over thirty years ago - heavens where did that go.
Weather been abysmal - cold, bleak, damp, grey and gloomy. No one complaining though because at least it's not the 's' word. Hope Afghanistan is kinder in climate.
Hooked on Michael Portillo's train journeys and last night it was Matlock to Derby, a route which encompasses much of my childhood and more than one memory of a happy date. Those were the care free days of zooming around in a selection of rackety old MG's, listening to the crackly radio and calling into a country pub for a half of lager, or if you were very posh a dry Martini and lemonade, followed by a quick snog in the car park. Scampi and chips in a tomato ketchup engrained basket, sitting on top of a paper napkin, accompanied by overcooked frozen peas and half a tomato, and I thought I'd arrived. The seventies had to be experienced to be believed, it wasn't that life was dull it was just the choices were so limited. But still it was fun.
Absolutely knackered as appalling sleep last night accompanied by fitful, frightful dreams.
Heard from H and he's so concerned about his baby brother. He read the messages of condolence and was gutted but proud of C's sang froid. Heard from R and sorted out her washing. Not heard from C but just hoping and praying all are safe in this new offensive they're launching.
Please God look after them.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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