After a 20 hour flight and a four hour stop over, Paris seems so far away now and I miss it. Last year was horrendous. Filled with tremendous pain and betrayal, I took my broken heart and what I called; my heart on my sleeve, to Paris. Hoping she could help me mend it. …
When I woke this morning, I was clutching my mobile phone and it took me a few seconds to work out why. I needed to be up early this morning and somehow I must have turned off the alarm in my sleep and slept in. Throwing around a lot of expletives, pacing around in circles, …