Where did the week go? I have to admit this week was one I am glad to see the back of in some ways. Nothing terrible happened really, apart from The Little One getting a tooth pulled out at the dentist which was dreadful. Oh, and The Smallest got locked in the car. And quite a few mornings late for school because someone fell in the mud (head to toe) as they climbed into the car, or another morning someone else, halfway to school, announces she brought two shoes for the same foot by mistake, and then yet another morning someone else decides to fall in the mud. Sigh.
And I won't go into the hundred and one minor things that all add up nicely to One Of Those Weeks. You know what it's like, don't you? We all have them at one time or another.
So, yes, it's Friday, and the house is quiet at last, and there is a few nice things lined up for the weekend including a lie in for me.
So here I will leave you with the highlights of all the good parts to my week. My favourite kind of grey week that included snow and rain, and lots of walks by gloomy seas, but that started off with a sunny walk in Glendalough, a place that resonates with the voices of ghosts of yesteryear. A place that holds a certain kind of Magic. A place of incomparable beauty.
It's the still place inside me.
(These are Lights! that I found in the most unlikely urban place one day.
I really want one...)