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Two wooden forks.

Over the weekend, we took a trip down to Brighton, somewhat spontaneously after Don had planted the seed a few days before. We’d gotten up late, headed to London Bridge to jump on the train, along with provisions to snack on along the way.

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A bag of coffee beans.

My partner travels often for work. One week, he’ll be summoned to attend an event in South East Asia, and the next a conference in Africa or a workshop retreat in South America. Jetting from London, his (our) home, and back in fleeting bursts. Sometimes weeks, often days, he’ll return and we will be reunited, whether for mere moments or months before his next trip.

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The Arc Is Long.

In the UK, February marks LGBT+ History Month, and perhaps there is no better time for Yeovil Pride to hold its AGM and an Open Meeting (than last Saturday).

To tell the truth, I’ve been trying to work out exactly what I want to say with this post, and I’ve been going over and over draft after draft trying to get it right, but today I found out that in recent days, the Council of Europe released a report that, to summarise, stated that ‘the UK is moving backwards in terms of LGBT+ equality.’

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Thinking in ink.

I’m sat on the train, hurtling towards sleepy Somerset, and towards a family I last saw nine months ago. With me is Aaron, along with a copy of ‘Living Better’ – Alistair Campbell’s book on his own depression and how he’s learned to cope with it over many years.

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Here’s to pressing play.

I wanted to write something profound, some insight over the year we’ve had and the year we have to look forward to, but in truth I don't really feel up to it. Why? Because this year doesn’t really seem like it existed at all – in reality is that much different to usual. We move so quickly that days merge together.

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He Ain’t Heavy.

We stood there, and from one angle she looked like a giant, and from the other a dwarf. Perspective is the most important thing, and it matters not necessarily what in reality my Nanna is, but what I think of her. She stood, either way, proud in front of the market stood that had provided much of her and my Grandad’s livelihoods.

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