One Thing.
I didn’t send myself a card or buy flowers. The day went by uneventfully, without the need for celebratory mocktails. A WhatsApp message to my mum and sister was more than sufficient… to say – hey, it was one year…
I didn’t send myself a card or buy flowers. The day went by uneventfully, without the need for celebratory mocktails. A WhatsApp message to my mum and sister was more than sufficient… to say – hey, it was one year…
I’m writing this having completed the mornings physio regime – not on the floor of my bedroom (seriously though – The Glamour!) – but looking at blue skies and mountains from my balcony. I left half-finished longer posts, and videos…