Denial is a funny old thing... It wraps you in a downie blanket of apparent comfort...but after a moment of luxuriating you realize that the doona is prickly, a little too hot, slightly suffocating....
Yet here I sit, watching daytime TV, pretending I don't have a house to pack, a life to sort, a life to leave behind...and a new life to begin.
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