In the Pink

After twenty-three minutes of hell (not including the disturbing wrongness of the male cheerleaders from Nivea), it was over.

 

That’s my relieved face, believe it or not. There’s a bit of asphyxiation mixed in there as well, which is why the relief is hard to make out.

Lots of people have lost friends and family to cancer, it turns out. Including us, of course:

To Nanna, with love. Looking forward to your stew and dumplings in heaven (because, thirteen years on, I’ve never had better than yours).

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