More was achieved today than could have been dreamt.  It is a victory.  A small but symbolic victory.  And yet I'm disappointed.  Of course I'm delighted for him, but I'm unhappy for me.  Events have suddenly moved on and sod's law, because such a shift wasnt anticipated, now I find myself unaccompanied for the wedding and the family do.  It is the right outcome, I just wish I didn't feel so let down inside.   Being a grown up is bloody tough sometimes.

I can give all the love and support I can, but I can't be there to hold his hand today.  He has to do this alone.

Today is the first step.  It's unlikely to be a big one, but a step none the less and hopefully the ball will start rolling.

I guess you know you love someone when you feel their pain.

And, yes, I will try and blog a bit more....

Blimey.  Just logged in to post and ...... 20six has gone all arty! 

A chance conversation introduced me to the following site.  A brilliant concept of recycling unwanted items (no money can be exchanged) and I've been bowled over by the response to my 'offer'. 

Spread the word...  http://www.freecycle.org

It wasn't his fault.  He did his best.  The only option was the empty painting tray.

When accidentally shut in the bathroom since 4am and desperate for a piddle, what is a cat supposed to do?

The past 7 days is officially the worst work experience of my life.  Never could I have imagined events would have resulted in the way they have.  So much more uncertainty remains and in the meantime, we are all trying to get our heads around the car-crash that is unfolding in front of us. 

A very dear colleague of mine died this week.  It was he who I came to work for, and with whom I had a rare personal as well as professional relationship with over the past five years. The news is devastating.  My heart goes out to his family, to whom he was devoted.  The knowledge of his devotion makes his death even harder to comprehend.  My thoughts go out to them, and are with them when I wake and when I fall asleep.

Rest in Peace M  

I'm not normally a nervous flier, but heading back to London in what was being headlined as the "worst storm for 20 years" was a little disconcerting.  Not as much as the prospect of another weather induced diversion, or worst case the hysteria of P potentially missing her connecton to NZ!

Most of the flight was pretty uneventful.  A little bumpy but been on far worst.  Then suddenly *BANG!!* and *Flash* *sharp intakes of breath* Lightning strike.  Pretty impressive stuff.   A few stomach churning lurches and dipping wings approaching landing seemed far less adventurous in comparison.