Term ended last Friday. It has been horrendously hectic - with quite a lot of bad stuff. I want to forget about all that. I've had to practise forgiving as well. I think I'm getting there.
Usually at the end of term I like to collapse into the arms of a good book - or ten. Catching up a little at home but otherwise indulging in a reading fest. I don't mind too much what I read, either, although it's about time I caught up with some really 'good' reading.
With that in mind, I've just packed a suitcase or two. We're off tomorrow back to Kenya. I'm looking forward to it with trepidation. It's eight and a half years since we left, and I'm not sure I'm ready to go back yet. It's unknown territory for my feelings: they've drawn up an itinerary, packed supplies and got themselves in shape for this expedition, but who knows what lies ahead?
Watch this space. (In three weeks time.)
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