Sitting on the bus on my way to my top surgery pre-assessment feeling absolutely devastated because I've just (finally, after many months) finished reading The Children of Ash and Elm: A History of the Vikings. I am wrecked. I have so much to think about. I spent like five minutes just sitting there with a thousand mile stare trying not to cry because the book finished by talking about the children's toys preserved in the archeological record and I simply cannot cope with this at 8:56 AM on a Thursday morning









