Weeks 199 & 200: Start humming

Every time we head out to Dad’s, I start humming ‘Back on the farm‘. A necessary, restful few days. R’s heaps more confident there – the year between visits was light-years different. Watching her amble into the hen house to bring back breakfast felt kinda magical (especially as I’d been lain up with lurgy the previous mornings and not seen her shown around it).