Fire and wine

It’s been a very long week. A very, very long week. But whilst last Tuesday ended with my going to bed sobbing and crying, this Tuesday is ending with me feeling happy and having a smile on my face.

From good news about my future to good neighbours, it’s just gotten better and better since this time a week ago.

And now, instead of tears, I’m spending my evening smiling inside a toasty warm house. I’ve started my first fire since Paul died; I’ve poured a glass of wine; and I’m just enjoying knowing that I have a bright future in front of me, despite the struggles it will take to get there.

And… relax…

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