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Ceryn and Roz's texts in a bleak day. The utter joyous madness of FE work, sitting in a room with three lovely but mad students, reading out the Resurrection accounts from the Word on the Street, cue Kath turning into Geezer Kath, dropping the H's from all words and talking slightly louder, right? Innit. Good. Hmm. Arriving home to the lovely Anna, an ancient oakbeamed Sussex pub, amazing food, good wine and the kind of chats that let in light to the dark pit of my brain. Honesty bringing freedom as ever, getting home and talking to my Father again. Stubborn love is a Good Thing.