Playing catch up

I am still behind on posts, still behind on catching up with all of your lives. But hopefully going to get things up over the next few days.

M came back today, he is sleeping, hair shower-damp on the pillow, jet-lagged, exhausted, as I type. His parents are on a flight back now too. I am so relieved, and happy that he is back, but it is bittersweet because of the circumstances that have led to his return to London, the devastation and uncertainty that is still out there for so many, the awareness of how suddenly this fragile world can be changed.