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Is it just me, or does March seem to have been just one step too far? We weathered the winter with its relentless rolling onslaught of bad news. March started with optimism, and we all turned our faces to the sun, feeling that perhaps things were finally brightening. But no, silly. That was just a lull.
The punches keep on rolling.
On the national and international stage the news is perennially worrying, unsolvable and uncomprehendingly BIG.
Here at BV Towers we’ve been forced into a new car purchase, and our son in America has had a traumatic couple of weeks (parenting from across the world is HARD when what he needs most is someone to just pop in, put the kettle on and share the load for a bit). And like every other household there are other personal bubbles that insist on suddenly popping.
And yet - as always, I look for the silver lining. The sun is shining! We have been shortlisted for a major national award as Regional Publication of the Year! Spring is finally upon us, and with it comes a new sense of energy and hope. I count the small daily wins. I watch the imperceptible greening of the hedgerows and the scattering of yellow primroses and celandines in the undergrowth as Dorset wakes up. On a walk this month we both stopped still and gaped at the sky as countless skylarks flew above – all shouting lark-swears, no doubt, but we were thrilled nonetheless (and then it hammered down with rain on us, but I’m keeping it positive here) (did I mention we’re shortlisted for a national award?!). I’ll leave you with my son’s cat.
Two weeks ago Mochi fell four floors from their apartment window. Miraculously, she suffered just a cracked pelvis, one snapped tooth and a fractured elbow – for which she is in a full plaster cast shoulder-to-toes – and is now convalescing while confined to a box.
Yesterday, in the few nanoseconds they took their eyes off her, she wriggled her broken leg OUT of her cast. Yet another emergency vet dash, and now she sports a new upto-her-chin chunky, un-escapable cast. Mochi is not happy ...
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