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I woke up thinking that it may have dissipated. It hasn’t. And now he reads that it could last up to six months. Heigh ho. A good chance for me to practice my stoicism. It doesn’t hurt but it is uncomfortable and unsightly. I look like I’ve done a few rounds in the ring and lost. I can’t help connecting with the grief. Will that too last six months?

The wind is bitterly cold. And someone’s coming to check our gas appliances today. Why now? Again – be stoic. Let it be.

I finished it. And she seems pleased.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.