It’s a bit of an understatement to say I’m not very good at stopping to smell the roses.
You know those moments that almost seem designed to remind you of how far you’ve come and how hard you’ve worked? A real “that’ll do pig” moment? Well, I’m really notoriously (perhaps pathologically) bad at spotting them. But the other day, I was sat in the beautiful…
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