My washing machine is well and truly broken. I have kicked it once too often and it has finally curled up its toes and welcomed a white goods death.

The mini break was heaven… for everyone except Ives and I (and in parts Noah).

We got home on Sunday

and went to hospital on Monday.

Ivy has pneumonia.

The paediatrician was not involved with her admission.

The nurses on the paed medical ward are angels.

The comment left by ‘Suzie’ hurt.

Alot.

I’m sure that was the desired effect

and I don’t feel like talking much

but I just wanted to let you all know how much I love and appreciate every single one of you for standing up for me, sticking by me and for wanting to build a safe space for me.

That means alot.

I am feeling very fragile (can I say that without sounding selfish?).

No more words for now but

here is one of my favourite photos from our ‘holiday’.

I’ve titled it ‘friends’

because we all need them and I am very lucky to have so many.