Do you know what? We feel this bird; hard.

Look at it, divebombing back to safety. You can  totally see the urgency.

And we’ve all felt like that haven’t we? Sometimes just a mere ‘I can’t blumming wait to get home’ after a poop day at work.

But latterly Emma has longed for harbour and safe haven. She has felt just like this desperate little chirper.

When you have gone out and been fierce. Game face on, Wendy James make up in place. And you have forced yourself to interact and be brave and get the necessary done.

And what next? Depletion and exhaustion from dealing with the Free Range Rude mostly.

And alllllllll that is wanted is a safe space. Your home. Preferably with a silky blanket and a beloved to listen to you rant, fetch you a cuppa, some chocolate and to stroke your hair whilst soothing your multifarious anxieties and reassuring you by telling you how epically proud they are of you for putting yourself out there, never giving up and making a goddamned success out of your life.

That kind of love and understanding would make anyone faithful, no?