A Fairytale.
Well, if you’ve been reading my blog recently you might be forgiven for thinking I’ve finally flipped. With losing the baby in April – how could this possibly in any way be referred to as a fairytale? If you’re willing, I’ll explain. May arrived. I felt strange urges that Must Be Obeyed. It was to fettle, sort and spring clean. So whilst tackling the tetris puzzle that is my clothes storage, I hooked my phone up to the speakers in the bedroom and started to listen to a podcast by Damh the Bard. Episode 95 to be exact. A Continue Reading →