Long Days

The year was being washed away by long drives, long working hours, short weekends and at times we both contemplated jacking it all in. Karen had a good mental breakdown quite early in the year, around the middle of a very wintery February, as she says, before tax time, which at Bata was a terrible time. I still remember talking her down off the proverbial ledge on that one.

As for me, well, I was exhausted most of the time, energized at work but then by the time I had driven home there was little energy left for anything besides a couple of hours plonked on the sofa, watching telly and waiting for bed. 

At least the summer had offered the pair of us that extra daylight that made it feel like we were having a regular life, unfortunately the summer was consumed quickly, the days grew rapidly shorter and we found ourselves approaching winter once again.

The thoughts of driving through the snow again put a great fear in me, fortunately (one way of looking at it) something was about to happen to change all that.