cacti

3am and I still could only get onto the internet by kicking my son off it (we can only have 4 devices in use at a time which turns out to be harder than I anticipated). Notwithstanding the boy who is now hopefully asleep, 3am is a lonely kind of time. When fears multiply and there is no light, or friends, to try and put things back into perspective.

I read something about how just because you've been given a cactus doesn't mean you have to sit on it, about the need for positivity not negativity.

What tips do you have for handling a cacti collection?

I'm interested by what we take our holiday snaps of,  is it the things we most like,  or that differ from the norm,  so the familiar but nonetheless well loved don't feature?  My girly has photographed lots of piled high waffles.  My boyfriend several memorials to dead men.  I tend to record scenery,  I'd like to capture my kids but they are not keen.

I keep bumping into a family from Leeds.  I'm sure they have their moments too,  but I'm envious that each time I see them they are en famile.  I'm always alone,  in the Jacuzzi,  or wandering,  or on my bike.  I wonder if they think my family is imaginary?