Time can never mend

Rob and I were driving to my sister’s house in Martinborough on Boxing Day morning 2016 when I read that George Michael had died. I’d been scrolling through my Facebook feed mindlessly and came across one of those – fuck you 2016 – posts, followed by a link to a press release with minimal details but enough to know it wasn’t a rumour. I said, “oh my god George Michael is dead, what the fuck”, then promptly burst into tears. Like, proper, I’ve just lost a true, old friend tears. Continue reading