Ok, so the hunt has come to a treacle-like wall. My metaphorical thighs are killing me from all the wading through it I’ve been doing this week.
Every advert has at least 15 applicants and that’s just on one site, through one agency. I am looking up though. This is an exciting chapter in my life. And one which, I’m sure, will be laden with many hard descisions to make. Here’s to making them all good.
Your words disappear. Vacant space overlaps the air. Straining for a tiny noise. Eardrums dormant and still. Alone and empty. The room fills with nothing.
I particularly like the Harry Potter My Little Pony.