DRIFTING IN THE UNDERTOW
Having had two wonderful weeks off,
spending time with the boys, our Anglo/Finnish Welsh friends, the in laws and
the french arm of the family,
though thankfully not all at the same time!
Too many nights were spent not in my own bed.
Three of which were spent on the slowly deflating air-bed of doom.
But it was worth it so much fun was had.
I then came back to earth with a little bit too much of a bump.
A 16 hr journey home followed by eight costumes in two days.
Today the pull of the undertow was strong.
So I have taken to my bed with a fuzzy head and sore back.
Tomorrow is another day and I have no doubt all will be well.
But me feeling slightly under parr is the least of our worries.
Illness is stalking my most beloved and precious at the moment.
One of the junior Vikings has spent his Spring break in hospital.
Grandmothers have been dispatched from the homelands to the north.
Whilst Aunties spend their spring break in France worrying and fretting with Granddad.
An other most treasured and loved family member is also very ill.
What to do?
I'm left feeling at a loss and can be of no useful help.
Well other than listen and love.
The junior Viking has had a huge parcel chocked full of lego and fake moustaches dispatched to great him on his return from hospital.
But what of the rest of the family?
Shockingly lego wouldn't do here.
Then I remembered some of the best advice I've ever had.
A few years ago in the midst of some trauma of other I turned to my friend Ali who said "Jane always play to your strengths"
So I have started this.
Not a great photo, but the light is so bad today.
I will tell the whole tale when its finished and delivered.
The slow painstaking stitching helps.
Each one reminds me just how much the people in it mean to me and how much I love them.
Tomorrow I will return with more upbeat tales.
Love Nora xxxx