Repeating last Friday’s early start, getting up at 3:30 felt strangely much more acceptable this week. It was not just me that thought it, Howsie also said it felt more bearable for him too. Despite leaving the house with only the garden solar lights breaking through the darkness, by the time we met at theContinue reading “Swings and roundabouts”
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