Scenes From My Phone...

  I ran away. I packed my little red going away bag, tucked my son under my arm and caught a train. Because sometimes the only place to hide is within the tight knit walls of your family. And it helped. It helped to stick me back together a bit. And to remind me of the things I love. What matters to me.  And why I have long loved nesting, creating sanctuary and pretty things...

I am home again now. Dad tucked both me and Finn under his arm and brought us home and we took Finn to Jodrell Bank and stared in awe at the big satellite thingy, and I failed completely to understand the science of it, and Dad cooked something spicy with fish and I felt safe again...

These then are scenes from my phone. Little snippets of the past few days...

This little rascal insisted on having his photo taken next to this very impressive puddle. A puddle I think you will agree, that deserves commemoration...

 

We went to Sunbury Market at Kempton Park Racecourse in search of treasure. It was a bright, sunny morning and the market was full of quirky people and wonderful somethings, and Finn declared it an "experience" and Helen stalked around with determination in her eyes and I wanted to climb on board one of the vans and dash around French Brocantes with a man in a beret forevermore.

And then it was on to Station Mill Antiques at Chipping Norton where we have a stall - to give one of the two Sylvia Warman busts we had acquired pride of place...

Before going back to Helen's lovely house so that I could have cuddles with these two... (Look! That's my Alfie asleep there... oh how I miss him.).

I feel restored. Better. Awake. I even slept almost through the entire night last night! So never again will I underestimate the healing powers of family and antiques.

All is well and all shall be well and all shall be well...