Why is it some mornings you wake up and just feel blurrrrr.
Today is one of those days.
I woke from a strange dream, feeling a tad pissed off and instantly wanted to cry.
Why?
Nothing is wrong apart from all the devastation that going on in the world.
I’m pretty happy and was looking forward to the last day at home with Marly-Kate.
So I drag myself down the stairs, make coffee and sit in peace and quiet while flicking through my favourite websites, making the most of me time before music blasts from my cousins room or Marly wakes and wants to cook her own breakfast.
Under attack
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