I’ll be honest – things feel pretty grey right now. Despite the misery and the madness, there are the odd pops of colour and the little laughs which seem to save me from drowning in a pool of dismay. It’s the magic moments which lift me steadily back to the surface… colour can be found amidst the monotone. If it wasn’t for my husband and my kids, I’m not sure how I’d be fettling right about now. It’s all too much, too little and too late… I’m trying my hardest – I’m determined to keep up the fight and to …
