Thank you for the lovely messages over the last few days.
All your prayers and kind thoughts will sustain me.
Why do I spend hours on the last day cleaning and tidying and attending to things that, on reflection, don't matter? It's a bit like when birth is imminent.
I have been thinking about this today as I emptied out the freezer, packed up stuff from my pantry, tidied up, and arranged my clothes in my wardrobe. Why?
I didn't polish the silver!
Over the last week people have shared all sorts of secrets - what a privilege. I wonder why we do this when we say farewell?