I feel like a zombie. C due to arrive at eight thirty this morning and then it was delayed until lunchtime, and then it was pushed back to tea time, and following that the postponement was to late this evening, and just heard from R it will now be tomorrow at the earliest.
Did not sleep a wink last night and today feels like I'm dead from the neck upwards.
Completely appreciate that the transportation capacity is rationed, and if something more pressing than a soldier going home on leave comes up then obviously that will take priority, but the sense of anti-climax is stifling.
Must hold on to the thought that God willing he's safe and at least presumably not on duty on the front line, but had so set myself up for seeing him tonight that it's been a huge tumble in morale to change plans and be denied him at the very last moment. Really want to howl like a baby, but fortunately am at work and it's the second half of a split lunchtime, and have no alternative but to remain professional and hold it together. Just have to think of the poor souls who only come home draped in a flag to put things into perspective. God bless them.
All the best things in life are worth waiting for and patience is a virtue.
Just received a message from C which is less than complimentary about the RAF, and H thinks flying should be left to the Army and Navy. Guess the setback could be due to technical difficulties afterall. Still you win some you loose some, and the Navy's technical hitch allowed H to be home for C's party prior to this whole topsey turvey sojourn. And must cling on to the fact that please God everyone's well and in all reality this is only really an inconvenience.
H hacked off. R really patient and keeping me up to date. And fellow soldier's Mum sends her love.
Please God we all sleep safe and sound tonight.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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