Paris Blues

By |2014-11-19T09:53:45+11:00Dec 1, 2011|1 Comment

Since my diagnosis, life has gotten a lot easier. When I feel the blues taking hold I don’t need Prozac, I need Paris and my mind takes me there. I become light as a feather and I find myself able to nibble a bit of cheese without guilt and a glass of good burgundy makes me almost giddy!