Time to Return

Have you ever left doing something for so long that you feel embarrassed to do it? And when some other thing or someone prompts you to overcome that embarrassment you realise that original something has been growing and festering like a boil (or tumour maybe).

Eventually the boil will grow so much that it will have to be lanced or it will burst of its own accord and the the festering leftovers of time will be washed down the drain allowing new skin to grow and leave, if anything, just a small scar to remind us of the previous painful event.

THE BLOG IS BACK
Perhaps you would rather it wasn't given the previous post.

Much love to Christina for the needle.