Dear Heart

By dearheart

Glorious Broken Glass

Dear Heart,
I felt the biggest sense of pride handing in my time sheet this week. I'd forgotten the comfort of earning money; the gravity of it. It fills in your blank corners and keeps you in the here-and-now, in a world that other people inevitably occupy. Having something to get me up and about every morning is the most comforting thing.
I had an hour or so to spend between my morning and afternoon shifts at the school, so walked the ten minutes to Chez Dogfield. Siân and I introduced Lauren to RiffTrax over a lunchtime spread of salted chips. Needless to say, she was more than impressed.
Love, Lydia x

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