She hasn't been well the last few weeks and I've been trying to keep in touch and give support at a distance. She's in Brisbane and I'm in Melbourne. (For you non-Aussies, that's a long way away!)
She's waiting for test results, and I'm sure its something can be "fixed" – you know what I mean, medicine or resting and letting nature take its course. But she just feels so sick of being sick. This latest thing following on from the breast surgery and the radiation treatment.
So I've been thinking of her a lot. And wanted to share some photos. I don't have that many of us together.
This is us cleaning a bed-head on the laundry floor of our first house. I remember this bed, so I think we must have been cleaning it so I could then sleep in it. Do I look like the right age to be moving into my own bed? As for the vintage, I was born mid-1967, so perhaps this is late 1969 or even early 1970. Note the blond curls!