Tonight, I feel my age.  Older than my age.  I have a wonky back, lumps in scary places and grey hairs in places I wasn’t expecting…

But I did do some sweeping.  Not the sweeping under, but the sweeping out.

And with the help and support I needed, I plucked up the courage to get rid of all the hideousness that shattered my world.  The images may still be floating in and out of the consciousness of my mind, but the physical have been flung out with the rest of the dust and rubbish.

And so while I may feel older, I do feel lighter.  And I won’t be tripping over my lumpy carpet any time soon.