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Mending

It is getting better, I can do a few more things, like wrap a towel around my wet hair as I did this morning, but it is slow, slower than I would like and it aches. I ache. My whole body aches but so be it. Others have it worse, think of those dying of Covid in India, of those killed and injured in Mexico and that precious woman still in prison in Iran. I have nothing to complain of, I am mending. Will they?

And what kindness and care he has shown me throughout. And I being so snappy with discomfort. Onwards. Work to do. Let the words flow.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.