back to reality!

After a feew weeks away in the UK Kenneth and I were glad to get home. We missed the family, only Yasmina came with us as everyone else had commitments. I hated being without all of my own, just the littlest, it wasn't the same at all but such is life when one's children grow up! We finished our time with a lovely weekend in Wales with PCF church in Wolverhampton. On our return last Thursday evening we truly felt ready for anything ... but less than a week later the only thing we feel ready for is running away! In the early hours of Friday morning Kenneth had a phone call from Amy on holiday in Turkey with my mum. Mum had fallen, banged her head quite badly and been taken by ambulance to hospital. Poor Amy was in a panic and really distressed, with no one to help her. To cut a long story short, both are now back in Arad, mum with a broken nose and nasty bruising and feeling generally very rough and Amy, I think still suffering from shock and having bad dreams about seeing granny lying on the floor unconscious.

Enough for now ... Yasmina is complaining - bed time I think and anyway I think I'll have an early night, we have a busy day tomorrow with eye testing in the day centre and also a performing arts team who are with us for a few days.