Two years ago I was under enormous stress, Paw had been seriously ill for months and who knew what the future held.
He died that November so I was not at all surprised that it showed in my face.
Two years on I seem to have aged a whole lot more and hardly dare look in the mirror, without recoiling at the wrinkles.
When did my age (71) catch up with me?
Is democracy being by-passed in favour of the billionaires?
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢
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