Turning My Face To The Steadfast Sun.

8.12am and the house is still quiet. It's the Easter holidays after all. My usual routine is to put on the kettle, then go and browse as I decide where to look for this mornings soundtrack. But today as I make my morning pot of coffee, for once I hold off on pressing the play button. Instead I savour the silence and I listen. To the ticking clock, the birdsong just outside the window, the water just beginning to boil, and just before that takes over, in the distance the sound of the surf hitting the stones. There is a blue haze over the mountain, indistinct wispy cloud cover, altogether another day that promises gold.

We are four days in to the holidays now, and four days in to another three week stint away from Jay. To keep to our usual pattern, so far the car has behaved itself, but we do have one (possibly two) unwell little boys. It's always one or the other.

But the sun is shining. And there is no school. And that makes it all the difference.

I hope the sun is shining wherever you are!