Photo diary: week 11, project 365

My guys thought that the best Mother's day card for me would be with a jolly cheerful woman sat in a bubbly bath with a glass of wine in hand. Is that a joke? Not amused, as it never happened. 

At least they tried. I had another card on the Mothering Sunday, which brought tears to my eyes. They remembered that it was the 21st anniversary of my Dad's death. Eddie wrote very touching words, and I told him for the 1000th time how much my Dad would have loved him. Sadly he didn't live long enough to meet any of his grandchildren.

The whole week was like that, a mix of joy and sadness. It was my older boy's 19th birthday and my brother's 50th (How did it happen? How can my little bro turn 50? I remember his gorgeous locks and long eyelashes when he was a tot.), and on that same day it was the anniversary of my Dad's funeral. 

The human mind is a complex thing, we can be grieving and celebrating at the same time. 

 It's been a year since the first lockdown was introduced. There is a talk of the third lockdown in Europe, what will happen here, is anyone's guess.

It's always tricky to buy gifts for Sasha, as we don't always get it right. For example, I bought him a bean bag recently for his room, as his previous one was as flat as a pancake. Did he like it? Did he heck! He doesn't even want to try it. I also got a Silent night heavy-weight duvet for him, which is meant to alleviate the stress and help with anxiety. He politely put it off the bed onto the unused bean bag. I tried several times to get it back on his bed, and every time it is folded over the bean bag. Yet he likes his old duvet, and wraps up in it tightly like in a cocoon, even in the hot weather.

Thus I was happy that he loved his new framed poster. He already has a framed poster of St Michael's Mount in his room, as well as three big canvases from our trips to Cornwall. I found this poster online, and hoped it would be a good birthday gift for my Cornwall-obsessed child. 

I was a little bit tearful on the day of his birthday. My baby is 19 years old. He should have been celebrating with his mates, going out with a girl(or boy)-friend, doing all these things 19-year-olds do, and which he will never be able to do, due to his disability.

I tried to take a photo of Sash, but he is ever so elusive these days, and turns away. I wanted to do a snap of us together, but only managed this one, where he kissed me on the head, like politicians kiss babies.

For his birthday I bought two cakes, a big chocolate one to take to school to celebrate in his class, and one for us at home. This is a Neapolitan cake from Waitrose. I'm not a big fan of bought cakes, as they are usually way too  sweet, but this one is really nice. It has three layers, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry.

Last week I snapped a robin with an iPhone, this time I managed to catch it with a camera. I was working in the garden, sawing off some branches, and two robins kept watching me, moving around. They are both red-chested, and sooo cute. They bring me so much joy.

Friday was wet, with an incessant drizzle most of the day. The garden is looking pretty now, with hyacinths, and some of tulips bringing colour to the overall green and grey. 

Saturday was a nice sunny day. Eddie and I walked in town, catching Pokemons. The graveyard around St Mary's Church looks full of colour, with daffodils appearing in full force.

My husband had his jab, and has been very unwell all Sunday. 

Eddie and I began to watch Wonder Woman 1984 on Amazon. It's not the best movie in the DC Extended Universe. Have you seen it? Give me Marvel films any day.

And how was your week?

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