Today I wrote a long-overdue letter to my friend in Portugal:
Apart from that I’ve been busy all day. Done a lot of walking, which is good. And I got my hair cut! The medication has killed my ends far too much. Now they’re gone, and I’ve dyed over the rest to make it one colour again.
I know I have a long way to go before everything’s back to normal, but every little step lights up my day.