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How to not yell and wine

Hank and I before the vow.

Hank and I before the vow.

Have you ever noticed how six weeks can just suddenly rush past you like a raging river torrent surging with climate-change glacial melt, engulfing all in its path? Just me then? Not that I’m one to be overly dramatic of course but that’s a reasonable approximation of life since my last post here. I know, it’s been that long. Appalling lack of commitment so early in the piece, if I do say so myself.

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Lessons from my mum

A bright shining girl

My mum sent me this photo the other day.

That’s her on the left. I don’t know when it was taken but she looks young; happy and carefree. Barefoot on the beach, no husband or kids just yet. On the threshold of her life, dreaming of travel abroad, maybe art school in Paris or studying the Italian Masters in Rome. A bright shining girl.

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The art of escape

The art of escape.

Hank soon felt right at home.

“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” Perhaps a little intense there as always Anais Nin but oh my you do have a point. It is goddamn good to get away.

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