Grief control. Knitting, cakes and chicken tray bakes

Grief. It’s a strange thing. Different very time. Why did I think I’d feel the same after my dad died as I would after my mum did? I guess it is (blessed) inexperience. But it has been so much harder. Anyway. I’m out the other side of (most of) it now. And I have aContinue reading “Grief control. Knitting, cakes and chicken tray bakes”