Returning from a holiday always makes me feel like the contents of a snow scene – shaken up and discombobulated. There is to much to put back in place and sometimes it won’t go. And last night I couldn’t sleep. I was still in the car being rolled about. And our neighbours TV was so loud. Waking to bird song and walking in it (well that’s how it feels) helps but the news of what awaits Ukraine doesn’t. Or indeed the news that another family member (though not mine) has been diagnosed with something beastly. Poor love. Poor loves. And yet the sun still shines. Why?
