Life goes on in so many ways. There are riots in Belfast in many of the places I visited in February and there’s undue anger towards Trump in the USA, because athletes are being refused entry to the USA for the Olympics because of the ICE agenda, and the athletes being the wrong flavour? Or just perhaps too hard to beat?

I’ve been back in Dundee for a long time: long to be away from my own home, family and life. My dad’s life at almost 89 had been so much more interesting and varied than I’d ever put together. I loved him, of course, but so did so many others. A life well lived.

I’m going home with renewed energy to live my life well, not least before I do some weeding in this family garden. I might cut some rhubarb, and distribute it, I might give people a few more hugs but I am glad dad is at peace. So many people have said it.

The ferocious thunderstorms over the last few days might disagree! We rehomed the fish and it rained on us. I cut some shrubs that had gone mad and a Robin came down real close to me, as if to talk to me, to say that dad was watching. Oh, I’m not superstitious, but too, too many coincidences…