Our short haired pixie is now a long-haired diva.
There’s no end to her chatter and her questions.
In the gap between posts there’ve been losses (my nanna and my Bonnie-bun) and change.
We finally sold our city house and moved to the South East, where we’re surrounded by nature.
The move and nursing Bonnie took up every last drop of energy and sanity, and then everything stood still for a brief moment.
The pace of life here (and now) is different, and seems healthier.
I walk everywhere, (occasionally cycle) up and down hills while Conor gets a regular seat on a train and whizzes through town on his bike.
Molly wakes up to birdsong and admittedly the odd car, but walks or runs as far as her little legs will carry her with very little interference from traffic.
Clyde has seen the boundaries of his territory expand beyond his wildest dreams, though he still tries to get into places he shouldn’t be.
Its not all roses, but life is good.