The bell rings and children come pouring out of school, the excitement is tangible: They’re on holiday! We get home, I hastily finish packing the suitcase, admire T’s new car, put the car seats in, the children are so happy they’re going on holiday. Wait, something’s wrong... I'm not coming. The car pulls out, I am ripped by pain, I want to curl up and scream. I smile and wave.
About Me
- Poor cow
- I am French but have spent most of my adult life in England. I now live in the French Alps with my soon to be ex and two children. I am trying to survive in the aftermath of a very abrupt separation, and like the idea of sharing my impressions and musical choices. I'd like to hear about yours...
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