I'm back in England (well have been for 2 weeks now) and life is just the same as before I left. Today I started back at work and everything is pretty much the same as before I went to South Africa 18 months ago, only big difference being that Ali has got a new tea mug and lost/ forgotten about the tea bell... Tonight I had the privilege of a chat with Emma and as predicted most of our conversation related to South Africa. We talked about the children I got to see again this summer and who have heart breaking stories. It struck me how easy it is to go away and then come back and tell their stories but also how easy it is to forget that their stories are still ongoing. That boy wasn't in a horrible situation for the 2 weeks I saw him or the 6 months we knew him last year, its an ongoing situation that most likely means that today has been a rubbish day, and tomorrow will be just as bad. We heard stories about his life from over 7 years ago, and nothing has improved yet. It's easy to come home and forget that every day that I go to work, or go for a walk on the beach or meet another friend for food the children we know are still trapped in the same situations. Its easy to feel pretty helpless from so many miles away but tonight I pray that as I wake up tomorrow and go about my normal life I'll remember that these stories don't just last for a couple of weeks or months for so many people its their life. Everyday.