My handcrafted home, filled with pictures of children, memories of tears and laughter, and the unpainted putty around the window he smashed when he attacked me in the kitchen not quite set even after a year had passed.
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#SinfulSunday – pretty in pink
I have been travelling and this is my first Sunday morning in my own bed for three weeks. My body still hasn’t adjusted to all the time and climate shifts and I wake early these days. Lacking sexy inspiration this week got me thinking about what my body needs right now and I find it is comfort and warmth. My old cotton pyjamas and a hot water bottle as I wait for the dawn give me those things. Hope your Sunday is a good one, sinful or not, and don’t forget to click on the lips to see more of the wonderful images created for your enjoyment
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Searching for a better song to sing..
I’m all right with you, here in this room; but when I saw those people you were with I couldn’t come in. I would have seized up. Because I’m a freak. I can’t talk to the people I live with any more. An’ I can’t talk to the likes of them on Saturday, or them out there, because I can’t learn the language. I’m a half-caste. I went back to the pub where Denny was, an’ me mother, an’ our Sandra, an’ her mates. I’d decided I wasn’t comin’ here again. I went into the pub an’ they were singin’, all of them singin’ some song they’d learnt from the…