The trials and tribulations and vents and plans of my life can be summed up by that annoying phrase first world problem.
Really I am thankful my problems are so minor. Going to bed at a decent hour. Decluttering my house. Finding time to read. Travelling.
Pop over to my mother’s blog, The Girl from the North. She’s posted on her memories of bombings during WWII.
I wonder how we’d come out of the same situation? Definitely changed.