Monday morning

This morning I woke up and I was still an adult, and I still had decisions to make, and I still had the results of previous decisions to live with.

On the upside, my aunty has left me a glorious dressing gown in which to be an adult with decisions to make. Also, my tummy muscles still ache from laughing my way through a bloody brilliant Sunday afternoon looking through my grandfather’s slides with my cousins and their families.