March 20th Friday.

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I feel a bit better today, Jesse's gone school. That's 2 weeks in a row with no days off. Went Asda this morning, brought quite a bit of stuff, tried getting a taxi home and they wanted nearly £14 to take me a few streets away because its Eid. So I decided to walk, had to keep stopping and swapping hands with my bags because they were heavy. The new Peaky Blinders film is out today on Netflix, ill be watching it later with Jasper, can't wait. My different sized photo frames have arrived today that Damian brought me for Mother's Day. Ive just ordered my photos for them all and I plan on filling the wall behind my tv with photos of my family. You appreciate photos when you have people you love in heaven. Ive always taken photos of my family and im so glad I have. One wall up my stairs is filled with canvases of my boys. I love it. Damian is buying me some things tomorrow so I can stick them all to the wall. Love been surrounded by photos of my kids. Ive got big canvases of Jay-Dee and my dad in my living room with angel wings in the middle. I have to have photos around me, it keeps their memory alive and gives me some comfort. Ill take a pic when ive started my wall. Ive got 10 frames upto now to put up, just got to wait for my photos to arrive. Anyway, I feel a bit better today, thank god.

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