My daughter's on her way to London, and it's back to me, my ruined health and the four walls. I got over-emotional when K was getting ready to leave, I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling that I'm never going to see her again. She was patient with me, but it can't be easy for her to see the wreckage of what used to be her father, not even able to walk up to the station with her. That's the problem with a self-destructive lifestyle - sometimes it works, all too well.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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