It's the summer of 2015. A Saturday morning. For the first time in a while I'm going for a morning walk in my home town of Bendigo without a feeling I have to be anywhere or do anything. The kids are on a holiday with the grandparents, my husband is working happily on his latest exciting house project.
My first reaction when I realised I didn’t get in was a bit of a surprise – there was no reaction. I was numb. I seemed to be ok about it, I didn’t know why at the time, I was completely fine. I congratulated the others on getting in, I went home with my family, responded to the many many messages of support I received then went to bed.