I’ve been meaning to tell this story for a while but have always stopped short, seeking to confirm that everything is still alright. Even now, just before I put pen to paper, I feel the need to ensure with my own eyes, once again, that all is still...
It’s a bright, warm Friday afternoon – the kind that ushers in the weekend most beautifully. I’ve left the office early – it’s barely 1pm but I’m heading straight to the hair salon. I need to get there early enough, so that I can be home in time for...