Sue has written a thought-provoking post
about the problem of self-editing.
Just in case you thought
that my life was all about
china and cupcakes
here is a story
to redress the balance:
Yesterday I saw a young man at a bus stop
who looked just like MasterM
and, for a moment, I thought that it was him
but then I remembered that
MasterM had just emailed to let us know
that he was wine-tasting in Stellenbosch.
I concentrated very very hard
on the hot-pink primula flowers
which I had just bought
and, after a while,
I stopped crying.
MasterM is having a wonderful time
but I am his mother
and I miss him.