Popping home

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.  

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