Life after ‘our fire’ as the wife of a volunteer fire fighter

January 11th 2020 Here I am again. It’s 10.30pm.I only just realised I hadn’t eaten dinner (or breakfast). So I opened one of the cans the Red Cross gave us to have an easy meal and avoid cooking. I hate the smell of food with my gut in knots for days, nothing wants to goContinue reading “Life after ‘our fire’ as the wife of a volunteer fire fighter”