It takes some time to get ready for the day. The first thing I do is decide what I am going to wear. Every day I make myself beautiful. With carefully thought clothes, accessories, and matching shoes, not to mention hair and a bit of make-up. It is my way to fight possible depression and the somberness of the situation.
As moving day hit us I spent a while walking around the empty house and I couldn't help but feel heartbroken to leave behind the larder door with my family and friends heights scrawled all over the inside of it. The memories came flooding back and boom...more tears. Am I ridiculous to be crying about a house that I haven't lived in for 8 years?
Downstairs Mrs Flush prepared a breakfast of marmite and peanut butter on toast. Three minutes were spent staring into the fridge until she remembered she was looking for a plate. After removing her dressing gown and opening the window she settled down to read her latest copy of 'The Turbulent Times'.