Just back from a beautiful walk by father Thames and a pint in quintessentially quirky riverside inn and all bathed in the most glorious sunset. The sun was a huge red orb as it fell below the horizon.
Had the most dreadful night's sleep last night, was back downstairs at four in the morning pacing the floor with night-terrors reinstated and had forgotten how awful the middle of the night panic attacks were. Then received an e-mail from C and he said it's crazy as they're handing over to the Marines and loads of stuff to be done.
Back to praying and clock watching.
No news from H. R has been working on the essay all day and is now out with friends. C on the MoD website as they posted a story on his platoon working with the ANA to develop relationships and skills levels.
Fellow soldier's Mum holding on as well.
Please Lord can we have a happy ending.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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