The annual Mumbles Raft Race is always on a Sunday. Always.
Yesterday we set off early as we were meeting the rest of the local family to watch and we knew the road into Mumbles would be solid with traffic. The road was surprisingly empty. We were suspicious. Husband said, "Google it just to check."
I did. The raft race had been held the day before. On a Saturday!
So we ate chips and went for a walk along the prom where I embarrassed GrandDaughter2 by dancing to some live music from the park. For a while I felt almost better. Then we came home.
It's hard not seeing George where he always was. And now I feel the emotion welling up again so will just include this cartoon from Facebook.
For George it would have been bananas, raspberries, oranges, or anything edible, or otherwise.
4 comments:
Hugs!
Thinking of you, Liz!
Yes, it's hard right now.
Is a raftrace Pooh Sticks for adults?
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