So little energy tonight.
I have just cried for about 30 minutes. The Black Pig of a Range Rover is now in bits in the front of the house, ready for more bits tomorrow, and doing of stuff with said bits.
I sat here, and I could hear the voices outside, and I thought about taking coffee out, and then the door opened and suddenly I remembered Rich was dead and not coming in and the people I could hear weren't him, and and and and.
I hate it when that happens.
2 comments:
(((hugs)))
{{hugs}} from here too..and crying is good.
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