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A direct smile and a kind hand on my shoulder.
The sound of water pouring into the big metal sieve.
Dancing to Aretha Franklin.


A postcard from my nan

A relaxed morning that included shaving, hair washing and moisturising. And breakfast not eaten at my desk. Bliss.

Breathing in through my nose and finding it made a whistling noise like a bird.

Perhaps there’s a bird hidden up there….