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  • Today I had to get out the house.
    I needed to do something for me, to remind myself that there is a life out there.
    One which does not revolve around shopping in Waitrose with my mother.

    I took action and grabbed a box of matches.
    I went to London, and met a man.
    A new man.
    He brought hope, and Department 19.
    I brought optimism, and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time.
    We drank coffee and laughed.
    I remembered who I am.

    The train was full of marathon runners on their journeys' home.
    Golden medals rocking against their chests. A real sense of achievement, I wish I had that.

    Before I'd even taken the keys out the front door and stepped inside the house,
    "Well?" my mother jabbed, "what happened? what's the gossip?"
    I closed the door and removed the keys.
    "Let me just have something for myself" I said,
    and then I went upstairs.
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