Crossing the Thames by one of the big crossings always makes me feel as if I'm going abroad (Essex is like another country ...). Today I actually gathered my courage and drove through the Dartford Tunnel and then back again over the Dartford Bridge (in high winds, 30 mph speed restrictions - yuck). It was all fine, of course, and I was at last able to fulfil my obligation to get the Kisiizi baby clothes packed up and delivered.
Here are the statistics. We made:
36 pairs socks/bootees
Now they are all safely packed up and awaiting shipment in the warehouse of Medical Missionary News. It will be a little time before the container is full enough to make up the shipment, and I will pass on news of progress when I have some.
It's funny how, all through the autumn it just seemed impossible for me to drive to Essex. Then suddenly, last week, I knew that I could easily do it! I think I'm emerging from a bit of a low - not depression, just a loss of motivation. Hope so, anyway!