My poor dear neglected little space. I have spent hours on you this morning sprucing you up ready to return to regular writings.
You hold so many dear memories as well as signs of my struggles when putting my fingers to the keyboard and trying to find the words was like pulling teeth. Well now, dear blog, you will find your self a re-energised space, the words are right there, almost spilling out of me in the eagerness to no longer exist purely inside my head, but to be seen. Pulled off the page, held up and examined in the light.