S asking questions - how much more medicine, what is wrong, will I have a scar? But she didn't want me to tell Aus that we had been talking about it. The other night she said "I do worry about you, but I don't talk about it". And that's her.
1 The children hooning around the house piling on layer upon layer of imagining. "I will plant this magic seed" "And then lots of trees will grow"
2 F directing us on how to make a triangular door with our arms, and me and Aus just laughing and laughing.
3. Just hearing the birds singing and thinking how lucky I am to live somewhere where I can take that for granted.
Jess taking S tomorrow. Star.
I looked at myself in the mirror earlier. Look like Nosferatu.
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