Note to Emma

Digging through an old drawer, I came across a notebook with this page in it.

I used to live with my sister in Keighley where we grew up, an existence saturated with Emma wanting me to do more in the house.

In the note I’m trying to explain that I will put the dish washer on at some point, eventually. We’ll get there.


Its so lovely to remember those times now. I’m still really close with my sister, but looking back those times seem like the golden age in a way.