Methadone in the madness . . .

I’m sat on the settee with my love. He’s passing me grapes. The cat’s getting in on the action, purring away and lording it up. It’s the first glimpse of normality we have seen in days, if you could call our current life normal. It’s really late. My phone has died so I’m unaware ofContinue reading “Methadone in the madness . . .”