Just a wee bit.
Autumn is drawing closer, I can feel it in the air when I have my morning coffee in the garden. Taste it on the winds.
I think that autumn is more of a chance for a new start than New Years. Maybe that's part of why I'm feeling so fragile. There's almost a pressure to get it right. Or maybe my hormones are just going crazy after nearly 10 years of being on the pill. Maybe I'm just a little bit mad.
Either way. A cry, a chat and some soup helps.
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