Sometimes I wish we could just be friends who met once a week. I felt guilty today when I realised we’d kind of hit a rut in the therapy, since we’ve been going over my relationship with mum and other things lately, so it was a relief when you asked what we should work on, even if it did take some hard thought.
And maybe my sense of smell isn’t great, but I couldn’t tell that your dog had rolled in fox poo at the weekend, and still smelled of it after having a bath (why is it always another animal’s poo?! Dogs are weird…).
Lovely chocolate croissants, too. Everything is better just out of the oven!