The vet nurse called Daisy a naughty torty, and I quite liked that.
For 2019, I had a different type of bonfire night. It was lovely, wholesome and warm.
Yes, and I am finally living it.
When I wake up, my heart doesn’t split into a thousand pieces. My head doesn’t pound with questions asking me why us, or how are we here. When I reach for a mug for my coffee, my hands don’t shake when I see Mum’s mug.