This time 11 months ago you were eating breakfast in my armchair in the lounge room. As I've mentioned in a previous blog, you left the evidence for me to find when I finally sank tearfully into it later that day.
You rarely ate breakfast at the table as breakfast was at different times for each of us depending on our work hours. You would sit, either in my chair or in your own little 'Sheldon' end of the couch, with your long legs stretched out on the footstool or the footrest. You were the epitome of comfort as you lolled back leisurely to enjoy whatever 'nourishment' you had chosen to start your day.
I just wish you had chosen to finish the day!!xxx
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