dear cl

The husband told me this morning just after 4am that you were no longer with us, that your fight was over. I don't think it registered with him what he was actually saying to me, as he closed his eyes and drifted off back to sleep. Well, that's what it looked like to me. I …

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but it’s my poo!

I remember sitting up immediately when I heard it; "My poo! Not your poo!" Then I heard the next part; "No it's MY poo!" Cue me practically falling over my own feet (again) in my rush to get downstairs, in the hopes that I wasn't going to find a bedroom covered in that first morning …