Since our big move northwards to Lincolnshire from Kent we’ve been gradually adjusting to a new way of life. The house needs lots of work, but is beginning to feel like home, particularly as we had lots of space for the children and their partners to come home for Christmas. I always dread the post-Christmas blues and that awful empty-nest feeling when everyone has left and the decorations have to come down. But this year is different. On 30 November we brought home Ailbe, our rescue Irish red and white Setter. He was skinny and shy, with a poorly leg, but how he has blossomed already.
On twelfth night, with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye I was busy unwinding the fairy lights from the stairs, thinking back on all the laughs we had over the Christmas holidays and wondering when next we would all be together again, when I looked down into the hall and saw this gorgeous face ‘smiling’ up at me.
With Ailbe, every day is a happy day. I just need to teach him to respect my knitting!