A blur of time....

SSaturdays are weekend days so of course they are the busy times in our week. This one a day for the dead: 17 yo and laid to rest after a ceremony of his friends and relatives in the church stretched beyond breaking.

Not mine to go to but Bethan went, it's hard to be 17 and face mortality, hard to for the parent trying to help the grieving child. I think, but who really knows, we are close to our daughter, that does not make it easy.

The little town was packed with children in mourning a raging sea of raw emotion .

That said I might have had the easier option, management had her grandkids round.

4 young children plus our own, dinner for 11 and a screaming stampeding house hold.

Oh my!!!!!!

Sunday mornings are easy and leisurely times, management lies in bed, is taken regular coffees, watches i player chills and relaxes. The house bathes in ease and relaxation, everyone goes about their easy business.

Then she gets out of bed.

life becomes a blur of screaming strimmers, busstling barrows and mulching mowers.

This sunday major manoeuvres resulted in a deal of cut wood, moved vehicles, starter off the fergie for reconditioning, the digger partially rewired a day finished in exhaustion.

A fitting start to the week - contrast to Monday. One luxury we have come to take for granted is waving the children off to school on a Monday - no more.

GCSE's mean Branwen is home but not this monday.

A day together in store then?

No, univerity interfeered and I blasted off into work.

I get very fired up about university, landed myself some more work on the group looking at child care training for social workers. Then found all the various documents I will need to read, groaned and thought time to get my head down.

Home and a house full of children - again.

The bereavement team in school today, not convinced that helped.

Then another day, raced off this morning - more university time.

Meeting the students, can I reserve some of these to work with our children and more to the point for the fostering team please?

but just to keep things live Gwion's sports day, lots of things that should have got done in the big city went out the window. Out of Uni like my trousers were on fire and back to HQ in the Plugeot. Good blast seemed to do it good and cleared out a lot of rubbish.

Then home and more child hours.

Yes this is not rivetting reading and tomorrow more of the mundane, after Tallie goes to work by 7 AM...