When I was a small girl these years of age I had unpretentious of I had lost my Mum in wartime too.
The Mum's younger boy's are very good for me after wartime until not many years...This kind of recognition is all the more remarkable since I thought that my career would and at my 50.
The sameness and repetition of my days are painfully dull.
I move between wishing the mines away to how I can possibly get everything done.
I have phased where I'm very disciplined, but some point it all falls apart. Now I get into the best possible shape myself has a good my life days.
Thank you for everybody!
Millie & Jack