The black dog was nipping at my heels when I got back from the UK, with very little light finding me. I didnt want to write. And then when the sunshine glimpsed from the heavy grey clouds I was deep into my studies, and then Christmas was here rushing up to meet us, practically running at me headlong. And now I am here. In the waste land of the year, in between Christmas and New year. Where no one knows what day it is, and everyone eats too much. But it's worth marking. This time. As my youngest has finished kinder, and is off to school in little over a month. I will have no children at home with me. My little companion will be learning and making friends. I'm so happy for him. But God I am I going to miss him. A big fat tear is rolling by cheek as I write. It is the closing of a chapter, and it has been a great chapter. My Moo is such a good soul, and it has been delightful this last year. Before that his strength of character was not always such a delight, ...
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