This morning I looked in the mirror and Jackie Stallone leered back at me. It tends to happen following A Bad Day, which is what yesterday was. 274 more words
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Everyone believes their spouse to be exceptional; as a lover, perhaps, or a parent. Or a bore.
My husband was exceptional in many ways, right down to the exceptional nature of the genetic affliction which eventually saw Him crashing out of life in an exceptional manner one unexceptional Saturday in February. 337 more words
I’ll admit, I was perched on my settee yesterday, looking at my watch, just waiting for the shit-storm to hit.
It was the anniversary of His death, you see, and we all love a good anniversary to make us feel like we Ought to be feeling a Certain Way. 313 more words