A story of six months or so

It was almost six months ago now that I last wrote of snuggling up in my cosy corner of London, missing my boy and hiding a little from life, beneath my covers.

Many, many, many things have changed since that day. Wonderful things. Things that I had been imagining for so long and yet, even now that many of them have happened, still seem unimaginable.

Perhaps pictures will tell my story better. One day soon my words will┬áreturn but in recent months I seem to have spent so much time gasping, grinning, laughing out loud, that my words aren’t always getting through. They’ll be back. But for now…