Cats and Easter chocolate.

The recent burst of wonderful Spring weather has abated, and this evening I am appreciating the central heating as I view the wet coldness outside my window. After briefly popping in to work yesterday I returned just in time to see 'Christobel' chasing her tail around the Kitchen as she finally gave birth to the first of her four kittens. Along with a gift of a chocolate Easter egg, I know have the attention of five cats. Work as it happens is work, draining, constantly taking and un-appreciative at the present time. I need a holiday, I need to know that Mum is going to be OK whatever happens, and I can feel the groundswell of family politics as she nears her time, and need to avoid it all, my grief  I have decided, in some ways will be quite private. I have just realised, its like a big book on our lives closing, after which in terms of the family I know, everything will change, the cement no longer there for it all to matter.