23 July 2026 — The Summer That Turned England Yellow
A quiet day, a small worry, and the gentle truths that steady the heart. Not every feeling needs a story. Some just need space. 23 July. The summer in England is strange this year. Grass that should be green is the colour of straw — dry, sun‑burned, brittle underfoot. The whole landscape looks tired, as if it has been holding its breath for too long. It was that kind of day... I went to the doctor. Ear infection . A small thing, really — but it tugged at something deeper. Does it make me anxious? Does it make me wonder whether I’m enough — as a wife, a mum, a friend? It was that kind of day. There are days when nothing dramatic happens, yet the heart feels heavier. A quiet unease moves through you, like a shift in weather no one else notices. You don’t need to explain it. Not every feeling asks for a story. Some simply want a place to rest. So you sit for a moment. You look at the ordinary things — a glass of water, a folded shirt, the quiet shape of your own hands. And slowly y...
