When hamsters die, do they go to Devon?

death, kids
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Some of you may have noticed I’ve been a bit quiet for a while. Some of you may remember the title quote from a Robinson’s squash advert in the 90’s. Some of you may just be reading my blog for the first time – not a good post to start with I’m afraid. I’d fully recommend you check back in a couple of weeks for something a bit more light hearted 🙁

I know it’s a cardinal sin in blogging to bleat on about not having posted for a while, but given that ‘him indoors’ died suddenly from something as innocuous as a chest infection, I’m sure you’ll forgive me this once. Please?

Even if you don’t read the rest of this (it’s more for my benefit than any of my readers really), then just finish this paragraph. If you are ever faced with this traumatic situation, there is a charity for bereaved children called Winston’s Wish which provides support and suggested reading material for young children. I hope you never need it, but then that’s what I thought…

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