I just realised that on Wednesday at our family meeting, daughter said when she finally goes back to live with her mum, she wants to stay with me for a weekend a fortnight as before, but also every Wednesday afternoon and overnight. This effectively doubles the time we get together, and she chose that herself. How lovely!

My greatest friend came back from her travels, just temporarily. We all had Chinese food and jabbered. It was fantastic to see her and hear all about her experiences. She seems so incredibly happy... although I have a creeping suspicion that she might be off again sometime soon...

I told someone some home truths. While I have a vested interest in the situation, I know I'm trying to help them see past the smoke and mirrors I know they're seeing. I feel both pleased that I want to help and apprehensive that I'm doing the right thing. All I can do is tell the truth.