Not a good day. A day of sadness. A day that I have nothing that I would like to actually record or divulge. I am grateful for the kindness of friends. I had hugs and arm strokes of comfort and offers of help with childcare. I cried. I tried not to cry as I waited for Naoise to come out of school. Good friends know when something is a miss, they can just sense the sadness. Sadness penetrates my whole being. Sadness makes me pale. Sadness makes my hair look dull. I forgot to eat lunch I was so sad.
In the evening time I joined the Labour party and then thought perhaps it should of been the Green party. Then I signed loads of petitions on Change.org. You have to do something. It is so much more satisfying to act rather than write words.