Our Language by Jane Bradshaw


So, as I lay my tired and weary body down in my recliner chair. I am feeling drained and depleted after an operation last week. I am also ready to admit defeat and give up. This story has eluded me all month. It has been ‘too hard’. How on earth could I write two and a half thousand words at the best of times, let alone when I am recuperating. Then let’s throw a worldwide pandemic into the mix, to add a little more fuel to the fire.

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