“I remember a sense of isolation and despair. Fatigue and exhaustion morphing into a numbness and acceptance that this was the end of the road. We were out of funds and options. There was nowhere else to go but back.” ...
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Tough bastards and black dogs……..
He was a tough bastard, the old man. Not that toughness should be confused with strength. They are separate qualities. The old man’s toughness was from hard times and hard work. It was a toughness tha...