Back on the top shelf

The Dolls are home again, practising keeping quiet and saving money! The half lockdown life is odd. I’m happy in my mask, it feels safer but people look at you. Then again, maybe I’m totally imagining it and they are just admiring my haircut or something. Perhaps we are just not used to looking at faces that are all eyes. That’s the thing about spending too much time alone, you can doubt yourself and get the wrong idea because there is no actual real life feedback, and that’s how the lockdown life for single people goes.

On Saturday it will be six years since Brian died. It seems bizarre when you think of all the things he’s missed - like Covid. And he never got the chance to adore Jacinda, as he surely would have. All the things that have happened in six long years, some good, some not so. He would have championed the Dolls across Spain and been so proud of his Rambo daughter, while still annoying her by making comments about her life choices.

The Dolls are going back in the cupboard for a while, just while we re-group and look for another walking adventure that we can do in NZ. Has anyone got any good ideas ?? Somewhere random and not too hard and where you can get a coffee now and then.  All the Great Walks seem to be getting booked up very quickly, and maybe there are other interesting challenges instead.

Till then – love to you all

L & L

P S The photo is of the flowers I brought from my Foxton garden to the hospital for Brian. Daffodils are flowering  in the garden again now.