March 6th

Today was different. I didn’t think about my diet or trying to find a job even once, which was good as I’m not exactly flying on either of those resolutions.

The reason today was different was my Dad. Dad is my superman. Mum died when I was three. I don’t remember her much, she’s a feeling of warmth when I see her in family photos or when Dad tells me stories about her. He started today by telling me a story on the phone last week.

“I’ve signed us up for an allotment.”

“An allotment?”

“Yes. We rent a patch of land to grow our own fruit and veg. The county council do them and there are some near you. I picked a big one so...

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