Crumbs from the table

As I prepare, in an hour or so, to leave for work to embark on another week of nights, I've been trying to look for the positives in my present situation. At the risk of descending into yet another misery fest, I have to say that there are precious few. The only potentially good thing in the near future is that when I finish my last night shift, next Sunday morning, I'll be heading into five days off, of which, unless there are any changes of plan, I'll be spending two and a half with my daughter - the current version of half term week sees her arriving in London (after her visit to Cumbria/Northumbria) mid-afternoon on Tuesday week, and heading back to Cornwall on Friday morning. That apart, things are as grey as the weather has been in recent days. Autumn in the air, matched by autumn in my life, seemingly. I guess I need to take what crumbs of comfort I can, because it looks like being a long winter, literally and figuratively.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B