We don't have to pack much, as we are buying his new clothes down there.
I'm getting new clothes down there as I'm now down to 10st 2 now (about 142lbs) It's all ok so far, but I'm keeping an eye on it. Whilst I don't want to be enormous, I don't want to be super thin either!
Someone I'd known since I was a little little girl said yesterday "Well, you were never a skinny child were you?"
I mumbled something, and she added, "Well, you were never fat, but you were never a skinny child."
Which is true. I've always been a healthy weight apart from the stomach flu at Uni when I went to 8.5 stone, about 120lbs, which on my 5ft 3 frame is just not enough.
Trains all sorted, getting tickets on the way.
Notices done, dropping them in on the way.
Child almost ready
Me almost ready.
Animals to feed, and we are out of here!
Yesterday it was texts that kept me sane. Weirdly, from an armourer and a rigger. They are such nice boys who show they care by sending rude jokes and letting me know what beer they are drinking, the same as they would have done before Rich died.
My life seems to be split into two halves now.
Before Rich died, after Rich died.
but it's ok. I can think of him, caring for our babies, watching over us, loving us, until we meet him again. He knew we were going to Carolines this summer, just now it's on the train and not the car.
Last night I talked to him for a long time, and it was good. For some reason when I went up yesterday our room smelled of him, his deoderant, and it was a warm and loving place. I am so proud to have been his girlfriend, been the person he wanted to marry and raise a family with because he wanted to, because he loved us as a family.
But I must get on before I get all maudlin again - need to leave the house in about 45 minutes!