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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.
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    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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