Living with anorexia

There is half a boiled egg hiding in my wardrobe

It’s true. There is half a boiled egg hiding in my wardrobe.  Actually, that sounds like I am blaming the egg.  Like it engaged it’s little eggy brain, got up, waddled along on it’s soft yolky legs, clambered off my plate and nestled itself in a tissue bed amongst my hoodies and jeans.  Like it left me with… Continue reading There is half a boiled egg hiding in my wardrobe