We've had a tough start to 2015. My father in law died at the start of the month and since then we've been taken up with everything around a family funeral, while continuing with a hectic pace of work.
Our son came home from Australia for the funeral. He's spending the year there on a working visa. It was a sad circumstance that brought him home, but wonderful to see him at the same time. In a rare glimpse of me on my blog, here I am with my boy. He doesn't wear the kilt all the time, but it was Burns' Night, so it was a good excuse to check that it still fits. He has actually grown in the time he's been away - must be all the unaccustomed sunshine - but thankfully the kilt is still okay. As for me, when I saw myself in the photo my first thought was, 'I must get my hair cut'. I have very thick, fast-growing hair - practical for the Scottish winter in terms of warmth, but sometimes I feel like a sheep in a drift, as the saying goes here.
Now my wee boy is back in Australia, and the kilt is packed away. We're trying to get going again and back to a more even keel.
As a PS, I've signed up to Bloglovin and apparently I have to 'claim' my blog. A mystery to me, but here goes: Follow my blog with Bloglovin