I’m not sure exactly when it was that I started fantasising about being able to walk from my front door to the shops, but at some point in the tangle of lockdowns and broken nights with Edward, I did. It began to seem an absurd luxury. The thought of being able to stroll along a mud-free path to a Co-Op or a Costa, no car, in normal shoes, not wellies o…
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