Nearly the end of another month. My little box of printed 100words is beginning to overflow now. (This is what happens if no-one buys me a diary for Christmas!) Hopefully, Mum will have stuck at this and finished the month too. That’ll be weird, reading her stuff. I read some that she’d started but couldn’t put online, for December. All about my brother, not that that’s unexpected. Her stuff is far more personal than mine. Or maybe I just write on a day-to-day basis rather than about memories. Still, it will be interesting to read them both side by side.