I have not written anything for a long time. I don't have the internet at home. For a while I wrote a journal in an old excercise book.
My mum died at the beginning of March.
I am still in the little house I moved to last year.
The girls are OK.
The Mister has a bad back. He isn't working much at the moment. A few weeks ago he wrote off his car. I emptied my savings account so that he could buy a new one. I don't suppose the girls and me will be going on holiday this year, now. On the money front, we have approximately 100 € to last till the end of the month. Of that, at least 70 € will have to go on petrol for getting to work.
I got a promotion at work. This is good. Maybe I'll get somewhere, some day.
Sometimes I go to the cemetery and tidy the flowers on my Mum's grave. This time three months ago, I thought that her cancer was in remission. That's what she told everyone, even though she knew the truth. I don't know why she kept the truth for herself. Sometimes I don't sleep for thinking about that.
I like to think that I am making a good job of putting a brave face on for the world.