my mind had shrunk the edges of my world closed in smallness constrained me the distance from here to there a back and forth of steps repeating every pause a waiting for the returning wave until at last the tide was done


the fog lifts oh so slow from my less woolly head and the aches start to ease in my neck and my limbs and I feel more awake and less keen to lie down and the hots and the colds are less hot and less cold but that cough will not leave it just keeps…… Continue reading cough

I would

If I could … I would make you chicken soup I would fetch you Lego I would tuck you up in a blanket I would stroke your fevered brow I would kiss you very gently on any non-aching parts I would envelop you in tender love so much that it would probably become kind of…… Continue reading I would