Love and organisation.

Sometimes it is pretty hard to juggle with all the things you have to do during the day and spend quality time with your family. If you work full-time the word 'organisation' crosses your mind. The girls and I spent a day in Manchester. We looked for a prom dress for Imogen (GCSE), we ate Tapas, looked at handbags for Cami and relaxed at my friend Dominique's, enjoying a natter over a strong French cup of coffee. 

When our grown-up children go far away for different reasons, it is harder to give them advice or show them our love. Unless you are one of those giants portrayed by Roald Dahl, your arms are not long enough to hug them! I find it difficult to phone my GP for a repeat prescription, and impossible to write letters at a regular interval. I end up feeling pretty guilty and my heart is crying! By now, you must have realised that I miss Camille pretty badly and I can't wait for her to return from Italy. 

Some time ago, I heard from a French cousin I haven't seen for 30 years. Such a phone 'reunion' calls for celebration and I am looking forward for us to meet her and her family.

Tomorrow evening, we are off to Norfolk to spend a week with dad. It will be strange to be in the caravan again! Steven has installed a shower in the 'girls' bathroom and Imogen is over the moon. I have suddenly understood that little things matter somehow! 

Blessings to all my blogger friends. Yours in Jesus-Christ. Nicky.