It’s hard to remember the great time I had with the girls this weekend after yesterday’s commute to take them back to their mum’s. The roads were not kind and after about five and a half hours on the road I finally rolled in, back at home, shortly before 9pm, still everything to do for the week ahead before being able to go to bed.
I’m never going to get used to only seeing them for a fleeting moment every other weekend but it’s always made that little bit harder when the M25 doesn’t play ball. The clouds descend and I struggle to make them clear as I miss the girls so much and the house is so empty without them there.
Above the dark clouds
The air is clear, but not here.
Sometimes hard to breath.