Laughing through the tears
“Don't go fighting against the Spring.” ― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View We have moved house and are faced with a new view. Twelve years of life packed into a seven and half tonne truck and fifteen bags of clothes squeezed into the Salvation Army bins at the local park. (I blame Primark #Ionlywentinforsocks) As I swept one last time our voices echoed when we said goodbye to our home and fat tears ran down Molly's cheeks. As we drove away I reassured Molly that having a big