maze

We have been away to Cornwall for a week with my family. Doing all sorts of this and that. Not seeing quite enough of each other really. 

They think these carvings could be a couple of thousand years old. 

Its a bit of a struggle getting older anyway, and I think with having children in my twenties, the last time I really thought about myself i was young, and then I blinked, and time passed, and now I'm not quite as young. I have thought a lot lately about my own childhood. I pendulum between being unconditionally forgiving and humbled by my parents' efforts and experiences, and the awful time that they had of it, and then crashingly bleak and regretful at the sadness and insecurity we lived with as children. It wasn't the worst time but it wasn't the best. I doubt there's many who couldn't say that.

I am going to Brighton this Friday. My first solo trip to anywhere more than 5 miles away. I married in my early twenties and independence is a foreign country to me.

I am being tested again for coeliac. My health continues mediocre. I've spent a decade feeling 'a bit ill' now, what a silly waste of time.