The blackbird chirps away behind my window. Gladly greeting the morning. Regret not taking the sleeping tablet. It's been a steroid sleep. Wakeful hours. Toilet trips. Soon the midsummer sun will rise. A new day. An Abingdon day. Here to celebrate. A birthday. Nineteen Years on. Happy Birthday Son!
It's just gone 4:30am as I write this. Just after dawn here, the early morning light peeking through the curtains. This is the start of the day for me now, the time when I am awake in my new reality. It's become habit. It started in hospital - about now is when the nurses would … Continue reading 4:30am