Some days all the pieces fit
Some days everything seems to click
Some days all the pages stick...

Trees for Life session this morning in St Mary's. Our fifth time (one for each of the babies) and this earned us an interview and photoshoot with the Echo and the council's own photographers, The Mayor was there, and remembered me from the Beaulieu day at the QE2 terminal three weeks ago when we installed the Auburn.
One tree each (oak, guelder rose, blackthorn, silver birch and ???) and the kids had a great time getting muddy in the glorious sunshine.
En route back we stopped at BVT to check out an arbour I've noticed standing in the yard all week, which we duly bought for £100 this morning. Absolute bargain. Handmade on the premises by a bloke who lives just round the corner from us, and larger and more solid than anything produced commercially for twice the money.
Then after lunch we all just walked up to the local shops for a meander about, and to set up the kids with Christmas cards which they have now nearly all written already!! I haven't been up here for a while, and its been ages since we went together. Really nice, y'know, just simple, relatively dull and spectacularly ordinary. But there is mor ebeauty in that than we realise.
Often Overlooked.

And this evening I have washed Trx hair again, which happens more or less monthly, but I also forget too many times.
And for the first time in ages, I shaved her legs too.
People have heard about this (she tells her friends everything…) and most think its weird, but cool.
I'd have to agree.
There's a lot in it.
Too many men are too far above themselves.

I've had three good days now, and the conversation I had earlier this week seems strangely remote from. The phrases "fragmented" "unravelled" and "blurred" seem not to apply as they have done recently.
A friend has passed me the name of a good counsellor and I am being encouraged on all sides to make the call and get things sorted.
Still feeling that it's predominantly a confidence bypass.
The weather does change quickly though, and I'm looking out for another storm.

Too many people are asking both of us if I'm OK.
After a while you start to wonder