The ashes

In the early hours of yesterday morning, as we were sleeping sound in our beds, one of our business premises burnt to the ground. Almost twenty years of hard work, sacrifice and commitment on the part of Craig, (and myself to a lesser degree), gone in a billow of flames. Our livelihood up in smoke.

The *over compensatory cake baking* phase has passed. Now entered the *frantic nail biting, trying not to cry, while also keeping calm and normal* phase.

In between awaiting calls from Craig to update me on fire reports, the forensic investigations, plans for new temporary plant and premises etc I managed to cook, clean, make play doh and explain the use of apostrophes today. It feels like an achievement in the circumstances. That's one of those good and bad things about being a mum I think, no one else can step in your shoes. You just have to keep plodding on.





I feel almost struck still with fear but also have an overwhelming urge to run wildly in an effort to try to release all the tension I feel. I feel like I'm going to implode. Please, someone stick a pin in me!