I am an absolutely, full on, card carrying Good Girl. Of the worst kind.

And a few weeks ago, I was a total coward. I mean, a major major coward.

It only seems fair, that in a month where I am talking about courage in all of its forms, that I also talk about the days when I lack it.

And I majorly lacked it.

So I wrote about it for (in)courage.

It was only a £2 mistake. But it has cost me much more than that.


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