Home and away
I love to go away and I love to come home. A week in Devon, staying with my sister, helping to look after my brother and giving my parents a hand. Being able to do this is one of the many reasons I gave up my big job. When it works, and last week was a good week, it feels very right. I know I am making a difference and to see the pleasure my brother takes in our company, to see my sister's children and stepchildren, to see my Dad smile with real happiness at a trip out he could not have taken by himself, to help my wonderful mum feel she is not alone, to chat with my sister and her partner when every one has gone to bed and to snatch an evening with my son and his wife, looking at the scan picture of their developing baby, all of these things make me feel good, make me feel like myself. But I missed Ian and I missed home and it was good to come down our drive, to see the view encircling me, to walk the garden and to sleep in my own bed with my own per...