Thursday, 28 July 2011

My B.A.H.

Every couple of months or so a burst of activity from my solicitor reminds me of events that now seem years ago.  Sometimes I read descriptions and accounts as though it happened to somebody else.  And yet while listening to a Tony Hancock comedy radio show yesterday about hospital visiting, I found myself brushing away tears at the thought of my dedicated husband and how bloody amazing he is.

As I write this, he is on the motorway driving 450 miles to spend the weekend at home with me.  This one wasn't planned until last weekend when I phoned him in a panic because I was worried about the bees, at which point it seemed a really good idea for him to come home.  I can't wait for the day he is maybe 'only' 250 miles away - 4 hours - easy weekend visiting distance. He is now actively looking for a job closer to home, please keep everything crossed for him...

My B.A.H.

Of course Django is accompanying him, so I'm looking forward to some walks and some cuddles (for both of them!)

5 comments:

  1. Best of luck with his job search. Have a great weekend.

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  2. Have a lovely weekend: walk, talk, cuddle - and get those bees sorted ;)

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  3. Everything crossed for his job search and we too wish you a lovely weekend x

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  4. Oh yes, happiness comes to the heart! Enjoy yourself...and give Django a hug from me!

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  5. Positive thoughts coming your way, Juniper.

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