Rainbows

I'm not going to lie.  This week, was rubbish.  This week was Mum's anniversary, 5th November, Bonfire Night actually, so when all around me are giddy with the thought of fireworks and sparkles, I'm trying to put a brave face on things and dodge the ones that sound like bombs going off.

Last year, I sailed through, this year, for some reason, seemed hard.  As if it wasn't bad enough, I at least thought I'd get better at it as the years went by.

I made it through the day OK, just about, with the thought of escaping from work on time and just getting to the safety of home to keep me going.  But, I didn't get out of work on time, and so the traffic was horrendous and it took forever to get home.

On top of this, my, "unidentifiable", has been absent, vacant and aloof.  Oh, and I feel terrible, not sure why, haven't worked out in over a week. 

It's Friday night and I have now finished work for a week.  I'm trying to watch some nonsense on the TV to help my brain to de-stress and zone out... with a glass of wine.  I can't do it, I can't even tolerate nonsense.  It's serious, I need the Big Guns, I need a mini binge watch of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte... and maybe a little Big.  I turn to 'Time and Punishment', 'An American Girl in Paris (Part Une)' and 'An American Girl in Paris (Part Deux)'.  They hit the spot, collectively, perfectly.  (♥ Paris)

A few days after Mum's funeral, most of the family congregated at the cemetery to scatter the ashes.  While we were there, we saw a double rainbow and since then, I've always associated rainbows with Mum.  I cried myself to sleep last night, something I haven't done for a while.

It's the day after the anniversary and tonight, on the way home, as I crawled thought the traffic, I was mesmerised by a brilliantly coloured, double rainbow.  Most would say that this was a coincidence, I choose to take it as a "hello."