Big huge busy-ness over the past few days. Tediously complicated stuff, poorly children, and generally a bit too much of life.
And then I went to visit Mog at the hospice (where she is, for the second time in a month, being nursed through a chest infection), and was handed a CD. They have a photographer who comes and gives her time, taking photos like these and giving them to the parents.
And somehow the grimness of the underground rooms in the hospital and the worry of two under-par children in two separate places was swapped for an appreciation of how wonderful they are.
Don't you agree?