Tuesday afternoon sounds

Someone lovely was tenacious enough to ensure that I was removed from Canberra for a few days to repair my busted soul and black lung. I didn't realise how much I didn't want to come back until a big heavy weight kind of enveloped me as I was walked to the bus. 

And then, in an overly dramatic movie like moment, this song came on my playlist as the greyhound bus edged out of town. And without even realising it, tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Cue sunglasses and coincidently a text message featuring a sausage dog hugging a stuffed toy (with a note to say my Wednesday lunch was taken care of) and things immediately took a turn for the better.

Swings and roundabouts.