Scented Jasmine

Having not slept very well last night, I found it hard to get up this morning. I managed to get over to Christine’s on time for house group, and we felt the discussion was particularly good this time.

I got some more sorting/putting away done after lunch, but still not as much as I’d like. After the welcome cooler break in the weather yesterday, it seemed to get warmer and more humid again this afternoon and I got all hot and sweaty from moving around the house putting stuff in rubbish or charity bags, or organising places in the cupboards to store the wanted things. It’s a job that sounds like it should be fun, but I’m absolutely hating it. Then I came across a little notecard which Mum wrote towards the end of her life, and I got very upset and tearful. In it she apologised for snapping at me (her Parkinson’s caused mood swings), and then wrote that she loved me very much. I will always miss her and Dad terribly. Feeling heavy-hearted and sad, I just can’t face any more of the sorting today.