Thank you so much to two lovely people, Rachel and liZZie who sent me nice comments on the last post. Unfortunately, it brought on the waterworks again, but in a good way, if you see what I mean! I just keep saying thank you, thank you, to whoever was watching youngest son's back that horrible evening. I don't believe in God but I keep saying thank you (to whoever/whatever it is 'up there'. I feel really lousy this morning and have been popping pills in order to rid myself of a stinker of a migraine (these have returned with the onset of the menopause), and thankfully, it is fading now. I look like I've been bashed by a frying pan...my face is swollen from crying and worrying and a lack of decent sleep, but I'm so, so grateful that he's okay and that's all that matters.
I thought that I would attempt some therapeutic art-journaling, but I opened the book and was beset by visions of cars flipping over, and ambulances, so maybe I'll leave that for a while. I would love to go for a nap, but I am expecting an electrician to call to fix a broken storage heater and I don't know what time he'll call, if he calls at all today.
The weather is atrocious, we are being battered by gale-force winds and salty sea-winds have obliterated our view but I'm not complaining, I think they're having a rotten time in Australia at the moment, with a hurricane so soon after the awful floods. I think that once I get over the shocks of this week, I will feel a lot more grateful for my 'lot'!!