I'm at Heathrow.
Tired. Stressed. Tearful. I cried 3 times in public yesterday and twice already today.
It's all catching up on me.
Don't know how I'll do hours and hours of travelling now.
4 hours sleep last night. Locked up the house and left it.
Step-mum in hospital getting stronger. She is determined to get home now.
I scatterd my Dad's ashes under a damson tree covered with a rambling rose in his garden.
Scattering ashes is the strangest experience. I'll write another time.