It’s (thankfully) not every day you wake up to the news that someone has bombed your city, killing a bunch of children. (At least not if you live in Manchester — I’m very aware that there are parts of the world where this isn’t the case).
It’s also not every day your wife receives a letter saying she’s finally been approved for citizenship, after eleven and a half years living here and god knows how many thousands of pounds spent.
I’m in tears, but at this point I don’t even know which is the main cause. I just feel very tired…