Cuddling up into the bean bags in the corner of the hall and closing my eyes.
Playing with the dog at the hairdresser’s.
The message from Han about my book and talking to Fred about bodies. I just can’t. ðŸ˜
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Leaving early.
The sun shining as I walked home through the park. It was so nice seeing a bright blue sky again.
Napping.
Three little things 