It's the world events that have influenced me this week, and it's been an emotional week - I don't think I'm the only one either.
I woke on Saturday learning of the horrors that had taken place in Paris. Not only did it throw me but it left me saddened and quite downbeat. I'd say I'm usually a positive person but I found it hard to comprehend how this had happened, I still can't get my ahead around it and I'm not sure I ever will. I decided not to dwell on it and remember the good times we'd had in Paris instead. I'm sure we'll be visiting again and having more good times there too.
Thankfully though digging on the allotment in-between rain spells helped to remind me how good life can be. I never thought I'd find digging so therapeutic, but I do. The other advantage is we're making progress on our plot and now we have almost a third of our plot dug over. Looking at it like that I feel quite proud.
On Tuesday the England-France game made me teary at the tributes ahead of the match, and I couldn't help but admire the strength of the French team. Perhaps the players didn't get a choice on if the game would go ahead or not but they did themselves and their country proud. So too did all the fans in Wembley with an impeccably observed minutes silence.
Recently we've taken steps to sort out a will, yes I know we should already have one but now we do. And everyone should. Having listened to our advisor the intricacies of probate sorting out an estate sounds more complicated than I'd ever imagined - and that's with a will! I know I won't be around to sort mine out, but I'm relieved that I'm doing the right thing. Deciding what happens is relatively easy, the trickier bit has been compiling a document of all the things our executors will need to know, and let's face it if it's tricky for us it'd be nigh on impossible for someone else.
As the week has gone on I've regained hope for a more peaceful phase, especially for those in Paris who've had what I can only describe as the most tumultuous week. Here's to hope...