This is exactly what it says on the tin, I am going to write for five minutes a day, every day for the next month - without thinking it over, considering or planning (as if I would anyway) and then share it with you, as I look back on it the following day it might be possible to try and evolve a story. It is kind of like you sharing my brain for a few days - you poor unfortunately people.
Auntie Elda is a lovely person, I think, I say that I think because although I have known her my whole life, I haven’t actually been able to understand anything she has ever said. She has a beautiful, musical Southern Irish accent, it sounds gorgeous, but is absolutely impenetrable thanks to my dodgy hearing.
I think she must think I am quite ‘special’ too, given that I always just nod and agree with everything she has ever said to me, I imagine her going home and saying to my Uncle ahh poor Laura such a shame.
The one upside to this, is that Auntie Elda has always called me by my sister’s name, so at least she thinks it is Laura who is the idiot.
TTFN Eden 🙂