So much done, so little achieved.

I hate days like today. Days when I’ve run, washed, shopped, cooked, read books to children, sorted, tidied, thrown things out, watered plants, been present and still feel like I’ve got nowhere. My back hurts. Not horrendously, but pretty constantly, in a niggly sort of way that just makes you feel if you could find […]

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