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  • Oh to be young again to have a mind clutter free, luxuriating in thoughts and dreams,favourite corners to curl up in and weave adventures in my head.

    When I spent many hours behind the sofa in the family sitting room, imagining all the places I would travel to, and all the amazing people I would meet.

    But wait, too much time spent dreaming only leads to trouble.

    In class on a summer's day I would be caught dreaming my life away. Staring out of the window and not hearing one word of a history lesson.

    If only I had written all those dreams down.
    Now my mind is full of worries. Will my daughter's baby be alright? Will my grandson manage to stand up for himself at school. Where is the Garam Masala I need for the curry I am cooking. What do I put in next? Did I take in those shoes to be mended? Will I see my son this Christmas?

    Un cluttering my head takes a great deal of my energy. When I have finally pushed those thoughts away. I am asleep.

    ( drawing by Jacques Jardel}
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