Hello all you lovlies. I hope that you are all feeling well and happy.
I have taken loads of photos whilst being in merry England but I think that this one sums up our family. I took the same one 2 years ago when little Max was born. We do daft things like that. Max is now 1yr 9mths and a right little sausage, just like his daddy was. It's sad that we don't see him often but as he gets older he'll be able to remember us more. Also met our new great-great nephew whilst here. The family tree continues to grow steadily. Should have flown home today but France is on strike - again - so stuck until Sunday. More time with the family though so nothing lost. Have put on shed loads of weight. Everything is tight. Children think it's good but I've got used to being back to my teenage weight and chucked all my fat clothes out a while back.
Put the wheels in motion for my burial plot, just up the road from our number 2 son. Changed my mind on location and am happy with my choice now. Pretty little church with well tended graveyard. Sort of gave me some peace inside. I'll fight tooth and nail to fend off the inevitable so it's not giving up. The vicar said that I am brave. Not at all. Just realistic and although I'm not religious or have a faith I can't be buried in the back garden so will respect the church. It's the after party that will reflect how I lived my life and I hope everyone will celebrate and not feel too sad. I've told the vicar this and maybe because it's a woman she understood and didn't get offended. After all, none of us know what's on the other side. If I get the chance then I'll let you know.
Take care folks. Love Kryssy xxxxx