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  • Finally, we felt strong enough, confident and happy enough in our new location to risk visiting our old home. So the boys and I went to England for a few days after Easter and saw many of our dear friends (friends that the children have known all their lives).

    This is what we expected (and actually found there): April showers, children growing, babies now talking and smiling, happy faces, lots of hugs, familiar places, roadworks completed, crumpets and custard, daffodils and our camellia in full flower.

    This is what we did not quite expect: so much love and help and attention, the strange smell of our house with someone else's furniture in it, falling in love with our tenants' cat, feeling as if we had never left and the dry rotten wrench of saying goodbye all over again.
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