The Last Fortnight - Part 2
On Monday I walked aimlessly for miles then sat in a cafe and cried quietly over a gluten free brownie while my husband had his angiogram, which was all clear. Thrilled with the news I felt I could slowly uncoil and commenced my daily routine of buying us both a new pair of underwear (travelling with just a small handbag had lost it’s novelty by day 4).…
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