SUNDAY / 40

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Up and down, good and hard. My Sunday was all the things, as some days are. Woke up feeling raw so distracted myself with an early morning beach run. The Ladies Baths always put me in good spirits, and Tola and I did the quiz, had a swim, drank homemade iced lattes, ate pink grapefruit and I felt happy and smug. But sometimes your feelings crush in on you and it's normal to spend the afternoon on the couch, crying on and off for a few hours, trying in vain to distract yourself with work, and then a walk, and then when it gets to 6 some white wine and some important cultural moments which just make you cry more, because 'love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah'. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.