It rolls into my inbox, my own fault. I have not changed the settings that tell the world to alert me to you being out there.
You are interviewed, photographed, recorded. I read, I look, I listen. I can’t *not* even though I wonder why, really.
I try to place these feelings I have.
It makes me smile, I am so proud of you. I am. Even after so long. I want to reach out and say ‘Well done beautiful, you deserve it’ and in a flight of fancy imagine dropping you a note to say so. I won’t, of … Continue Reading