I hope you are fairing well, love.
It’s been a very busy day down here.
I didn’t sleep much last night. I suppose because I slept too much the day before.
I woke up early, with an irritating buzzing in my ears, and started on the house. Even though I did my best, June still had that look in her eye that says it wasn’t up to your high standards. Or her show house.
I do love her to bits, but she can be so judgemental.
When eventually she had tidied what I’d done and made a cuppa she told me that Kevin still hadn’t shown up. I do hope he’s okay. Knowing the lad he’s probably having fun somewhere.
Do you remember when he was three and him and the neighbours little girl disappeared? We were all frantic, weren’t we? We spent hours trawling the streets shouting their names and when we got back they were happily playing in the attic.
How in heaven’s name they got up there was beyond us, wasn’t it?
We were so relieved.
He’s always been that way, hasn’t he?
Anyway, I’m very tired.
Will speak tomorrow.
Missing you more each day.