Wash day. For once the dryer was working! So Kev didn't have to trek to the Bridgeford launderette.
So he got done. And we were able to get on with projects. Cards in my case, and pages in my ledger journal.
Sadly this morning I dropped and smashed my ceramic Jack Skellington hand wash dispenser, I actually cried. Gutted as I was Kev found another one one online, so I was able to order a replacement. I dried my tears, and did so. My stuff means an awful lot to me, perhaps because when we were homeless I lost so much, so anything I have now I love so much and appreciate it all. It was a huge life lesson losing everything, and a wake up call. So now I have a roof over my head and in a position where I can have nice stuff again, I cherish all that I have.
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