Yesterday, I had a good pathetic cry on my partner’s shoulder. A snotty one.
I knew I was sick. And when I’m sick I feel a bit like a stroppy toddler who should’ve gone to bed. I knew I had COVID because my partner had been (unusually) bedbound from it, and his Mum had to cancel her flight home because she was sick from i…
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