This weekend is weird as it is the first time in 14 years I've not been at a camp over Easter. We've daytripped up for the last two days, and will again tomorrow, but it just means that we are tired and a bit spacey. Now that Min's ashes are back, J's a bit happier, in an odd way. I still find the whole powerlessness frustrating and depressing, but that's a default state for me.

We are going to rescue Cookie the miniature cat, I have paid a deposit on her and we will pick her up next weekend. And I'll know Min is haunting her if she avoids the miscanthus ...