Of fury, flatpacks and flaking out

My first proper day in Newtown involved all of the above. The fury wasn’t mine (thankfully) but the other two were and are. I’m loving it here in my oversized room with my screen-less window and the sounds of the street below. I love that I can look out of my window into Meredith’s room (friend from church), and that earrings and chocolate were part … Continue reading Of fury, flatpacks and flaking out