Larkspur

I slept heavily for five hours , had an hours tuition on running a team meeting professionally ( my next two clients are on teams on Wednesday) then went to the florists and brought big sprigs of blue larkspur which I bound together to give to my sister Ann for her birthday. 

She was out so I left the flowers and card in a watering can 

I’m emotionally tired today. One of my patients is delirious and dying and mistook me for their son over the weekend, saying all those things they wanted to say but didn’t have the chance to. 

It was a hard listen

I feel emotionally on almost empty this afternoon. 

So me and the Welsh went for a paddle at the beach. 

Roger loves getting wet. Mary less so. So I carried my old gal and the boys paddled up to our knees and as we did so I let the emotional void fill with cold feet, and chilly sand between my toes. 

Roger just barked at the waves and grinned. 

Mary rested her head on my shoulder and hugged close

And I’m reminded just how good a hug feels on a sad day

An old man paddling with his Welsh terriers