Weeeeee…
I’m at Millies at the moment. She’s still very ill. Although she is getting better. She’s sleeping at the moment after eating. She’s so thin, it’s almost sickening. She’s almost the weight of an anarexic, it’s really bad.
It didn’t take that long to actually get down here, only 2 hours by the motorway. I may stop in stafford on my back to see Raf and Ben.
I’ve given Millie the password to her diary group. Now I have to add the entries to the group.
I’m still not convinced on how we are together. I’ve held her hand for comfort. She let go every time her mom was here. Doubt creeps in, but probably without reason.
Oh well. I should consider going home now. But I don’t want to leave without saying good bye.
Adios for now,
Pete.