When Boodle and I strode out early this morning I was longing to feel the icy cool rain drops running down my face...very suitable. They've gone you see?
I walked straight into it, the rain. Magpie gave me her love-worn old Barbour, a full length one, she said I needed it more than her...(Always right!) As I walked I caught sight of myself and wondered where she ended and I started...hard to tell.
Very weird here without...the rooms seem strangely unpopulated.
Also very suitable that the roses in their bedroom have dropped and shed almost all their petals.
I keep finding myself standing alone in an empty room and feeling rather startled by it!
silence I become without you; words I don't say
filling up my throat.
...meanwhile in the kitchen...jolly flowers and berries shoved in a bucket and my new Cath Kidston camera strap...
I am waiting for him to come home so that he can tell me again...