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Everything in the room had been scrubbed, folded and straightened. Sharp corners highlighted the emptiness around me; the space looked bigger than it really was. I sensed undertones beneath the beige and yellow ordinariness of it all. Through my first floor window I could see trees hanging their limbs over the car park below. They seemed unreal, like a cheap painting lacking composition and perspective. And my room had several of those on the walls.

I made a cup of coffee and stood next to the dining table looking at the pile of letters. There had to be twenty of them, neatly stacked but with a slight twist towards the top of the pile; the start of a spiral staircase that went nowhere. Soft morning light angled in across the table, highlighting the fan of crisp white envelopes. I sipped my coffee and stared at the table. I felt warm. I was wearing my own clothes for the first time in a month.

Hi all, I would like to announce the safe arrival of our son Finn Shipard Watson - born at 7.15pm, on Saturday the 8th of august. i am doing well, resting at home and enjoying the new found bliss of being a mum. I am now going to have a few weeks break from the computer and i hope to be back onboard here soon. keep connected! nikki

Its been 7 years since my son was diagnosed with testicular cancer. He had just turned 15. At the brink of manhood , a teenager- and we all know what this is like !! and diagnosed with a cancer he felt he couldnt share with. Luckily a few weeks before he told us a TV programme about TC was on and he saw it and checked himself, he told us he felt a lump within a few days- I felt at the time someone was looking out for us.

Yesterday was six months since Mum died. It's a wierd thing though. Sometimes it feels like it all happened so long ago, but then in the very next moment, I feel as though I am in the room with you, stroking your forehead and hearing your last breaths all over again just as though it only happened yesterday.