When Monday morning came it was like coming back to reality with a bump. When the alarm went off at stupid o'clock it was still dark and I just wanted to turn it off and cuddle up to Robbie, but we were back in the real world now. Robbie took a bit of persuading but after a few well aimed prods he managed to drag himself out of bed. Before long he was heading to Birmingham on the train and I was missing him so much. It seemed such a long day and by the time I got home from work I was too tired to enjoy what remained of the evening, in fact I sat on the sofa with a cup of tea, dozed off and tipped the tea all over me, thankfully we have a leather sofa so there wasn't too much harm done - except to my dignity! All too soon it was Tuesday morning and the whole process was starting again. We have had to
make a big effort this week to make time for each other and to make sure that we don't get 'lost' in the routine of daily life, but we seem to be doing OK so far.
We may be back to reality but I still have some lovely memories of our time in Norfolk. I love the picture of the sea defences on the beach at Walcott, I believe they are called groynes. Sometimes the sea seams calm and gentle but at other times the sea is so wild and angry that it becomes scary. Life can be a bit like that too, at least it has been for me, so it fascinates me to see that the wood of the groynes that would have been rough and functional when first put in place have been changed and smoothed by time and the constant battering
of the tide. Now they have a beauty of their own. Things can't always stay the same and sometimes life doesn't turn out as you expect, but accepting and adapting to change can make such a difference.
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