Went as planned to the soothing calm of the Cathedral in St Albans and lit a candle in the eponymous tomb, accompanied by the unexpected treat of the angelic choir rehearsing a performance to be given last night and then walked around the Roman remains and tried to hold on to the thought that he really was coming home. Drove back around the M25 and fought back the tears of gratitude.
Wonder where he is now. It's twenty four hours nearer to his homecoming and it's Sunday evening with R home ready for the arrival and collection in the early hours of tomorrow morning.
Really can't believe he's on his way home.
Had a lovely day today. Tried to find the river people but they'd moved upstream and so missed them and instead went shopping for all C's favourites. Pain au chocolate, ingredients for bangers and mash, mozzarella pasta bake and California risotto, Budweiser and honey nut loops. Have been advised by fellow soldiers' Mums that their appetite shrinks enormously, but it was such a comfort to gather in all his choicest nosh.
Still can't really believe he's coming home.
Then took my dear neighbour to the dump and helped him clear out some of the clutter after the death of his wife and was shocked to realise it was three months ago. And after that, fabulous four mile walk around the Chilterns with a stop off at a gorgeous pub on the way back with a dear friend and her daughter.
And now am so excited because I'm beginning to realise that by some miracle, he really may well be most of the way home.
Another dear friend's son is leaving tonight to begin a rock tour of Europe supporting quite a large band, so it's a really special day for her and just wish them all well.
Can't explain what today feels like.
Not heard from H and fellow soldier's Mum said enjoy every minute of him being back and away from the awfulness.
Thank you Lord.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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