I've been staring at this blank screen for most of January.
Belated happy New year to you wall of arms.
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Some days I feel like I'm counting all I am doing is wishing time away getting to small hurdles and clambering over them to save my arse. What kind of existence is that? Get to the end of the month English Rose. Not long now they say you're on the home straight. What they fail to tell me is that the home straight is like arriving at the start of the grand canyon and someone just comes up behind you mouth to ear, laughs and says "Go, I dare you".
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Time stands still.
All my love,
ER
xx
