Day 165 Week 23

Two soldiers from the Anglian Regiment killed, RIP, and yet again they just look like children.

Was back downstairs at three this morning with the brain like a concrete mixer. Had a glass of milk and did eventually fall back asleep but everything is so much more scary in the dark of the night. I suppose that's why little children like to sleep with the light on, the shadows don't play so many tricks that way.

Work was good with lots of lovely Health and Social Care followed by dreamy Art and am now going to go for a walk in the hope that it will foster a better sleeping environment than the last few nights. Then dinner and bed. Well that's the hope anyway.

Realise I'd started time-travelling again with the chronology of the blog and that's always a sign of intellectual malfunction. Seem to be quite a few of those lately.

Didn't fail to see nice new friend this morning as he was late leaving town. Not heard from H but he's been invited to a really posh wedding. Heard from R who rang and said 'Mum, this is, like, really stressful, but can you, like, use cayenne instead of Cajun spice, because I can't, like, find any'. Duly explained dangers of over-using chilli-pepper and as R then read out the contents of the herb shelf at her local Co-op, recommended she opt for chicken seasoning as an alternative. And she said 'thank you Mum'. Not heard from C. Heard from fellow soldier's Mum and she's feeling really tired. And that's just how I feel too.

Please keep them safe Lord.

Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x