The weekend after the Inquest was Easter and it was the quietest I can ever remember, yet again the boys were busy. I am so used to having a houseful, used to cooking, used to loads of noise and even up until last year had still done the traditional egg hunt. The house was indeed quiet. So I made my own entertainment and on Good Friday spent most of it in the loft, sorting and tidying, which was a poor substitute but kept my mind occupied. The rest of Easter holiday continued in the same vein with clearing and sorting out the back garden. I did manage a Sunday roast so an improvement on Mother’s Day. Holidays are triggers and I am not liking this new world I live in…..