Day 173 Week 24

Back to dual existence. Normal one minute and then terror the next.

Just heard the poor Rifleman killed the other day has been named, God rest his soul. How many grieving hearts are spread in every direction. Just shudder to think about all that pain.

Work faffy. Admin all morning and a career's fair in the afternoon. Chatted to the guys from the Army and Air Force and then back to the classroom and drug awareness. Colleagues really good fun though and have been well and truly taken under their wing and they made me laugh and laugh at ridiculousness. That's the best thing to do with it really.

Home really late and there was a freak storm and the village was flooded. Came into the house and loads of odds and sods to sort out and just want to get into my pj's and get ready for bed.

Had a lovely message of support from one of H and C's gorgeous friends on my answerphone and rang him back and he was so sweet saying such positive things about what C's doing and how proud it must be to be his mother. And although I am, deeply, I would trade that in an instant as all I really want and pray for now is for him to come home.

Spoke to H and he's in really good form and by some miraculous fluke has apparently managed to blag his way into the Governor's Ball in Albuquerque. And he's also running a half marathon in the desert with his friend to try and raise two and a half thousand pounds for Help for Heroes. R just bundled through the front door back from uni and is looking far too fabulous considering she's drenched and extremely windswept, 'Mum, it's, like, really wet out there'. And still no news from C.

My nice new friend rang and has just arrived at work and may see him in the morning when he drives back from the station but should definitely see him in the evening as I'm cooking him shepherd's pie for supper and then we're doing a nice long walk on Saturday afternoon.

Fellow soldier's Mum sends love and I think we each know exactly how the other one feels.

Thank you Lord for what you've given us so far, and could you just let him come home safely please.

Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x