the post with no title

(I originally titled this blog post "wobbly" because that's how my day was, then realised Stomper Girl's last post was called this first, so now - what do I call this post?)


My first day back at work after Dad's death and funeral coincided with my department's Big Christmas Function, where volunteers, politicians and big-wigs mingle and have a grand old time. After four hours sleep last night, 1-5, I was pretty tired to begin with... anyway without going into too many gory details just half an hour before the guests arrived I had a sad meltdown and was in no state to be attending a cheerful occasion like a Christmas party. Bless my lovely work colleagues who rallied and did all the hard stuff and let me deal with the caterers, fill milk jugs, make pots of coffee and hide in the kitchen endlessly washing platters and filling and emptying the dishwasher while I wept over the dishes.

One lovely lady who knew about Dad brought me a bunch of roses cut from her own garden... the kindness of people just takes my breath away.

Tomorrow, a more cheerful post, about books.

Above is a picture I took at Broken Head, on Tallow Beach, in October, about a million years ago.