Jodi woke me up at about 8am. She was crying in her sleep. I woke her up, she was a little shaken and upset.
She had just dreamt I'd died and she was sifting through my belongings. Poor Jodes.
I don't know what would be worst actually. It would be pretty bad if died. It would also be horrendous sifting through my stuff.
If I do die whilst doing this blog, I apologise in advance
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