We headed to the South Bank on the afternoon of the big storm (the one that brought down a theatre ceiling. Allegedly. It was certainly dramatic)  It was only 3.15 pm when I took these but it felt so much later…there was a distinct line between light and dark with a foreboding air.

We were there to meet up with a very dear friend and her two children..they’d come round to ours the previous day but had left a much beloved chetah behind, and as they lived in Devon it was the perfect excuse to see them again.

Y’see, we went through infertility together, holding each others hand..in fact we were a group of three strugglers….Heidi (who we were meeting) eventually had two  – twins, a girl and a boy via IVF, I had my two (IVF and otherwise)..and superwoman Karen?..she adopted 4 siblings to keep them together!  We will forever remain in awe of Karen.

Christmas will always be a poignant time, now and then..at the carol service I still light a special candle for those walking that horrible path.  If you know someone or think you might suspect a problem – be kind to them, especially at this time of year – don’t ask..just give them an extra large glass of something and a cuddle.  And if they need to escape..let them.

The heavens never opened on us..we just had the light show,

but I’ve rarely seen skies like it.

There’s also a Christmas Market at the South Bank, full of a different kind of atmosphere.

And if you haven’t sorted your centre piece for the Christmas table? How about a very large, edible gingerbread house!

Laters, Kate x