
Days like today, when veins are bruised and blown from cannulations, when smile is bright and wide to hide the misery of stupid little sodding hurts that make me want to cry… Days like these I miss my mum, that’s … Continue reading
Days like today, when veins are bruised and blown from cannulations, when smile is bright and wide to hide the misery of stupid little sodding hurts that make me want to cry… Days like these I miss my mum, that’s … Continue reading