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Christopher’s Birthday

Christopher would have been forty-seven today. It still seems so wrong that he died so young.

I found today rather difficult. I really struggled to get out of bed this morning; I was pretty depressed and really did not want to move. However, I’d taken the precaution of arranging for a couple of workmen to be here this morning – Rob to finish tiling the bathroom, and Tim dealing with the mice in the loft. So, since I really didn’t want either of them to catch me in my nightwear, I was forced to get up, get dressed, and keep going.  That ruse worked, but it’s not one I can use on a daily basis!

Anyway, here is a picture of the two of us in happier times.

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  1. David Allsopp | 13 January 2011 at 11:00 am | Permalink

    A cunning ruse indeed! Thanks for posting the happy picture. Our thoughts are with you. D & A

  2. Frosty | 14 January 2011 at 9:26 pm | Permalink

    I can only echo David’s comments of such a happy picture…makes it hard to believe he’s gone.
    Thinking of you

  3. Ruth | 26 January 2011 at 2:09 am | Permalink

    The photo is lovely. That was a very brave thing to do. I hope your four-footed friends have now left the building. 🙂