Bless you. You’re always so profoundly lovely.
I felt I had to kick away the crutch because I don’t want to live a blunted life. My ability to properly empathise, weep and laugh, my faith, were all suppressed beneath shades of grey. (Obviously I don’t want to be an Alice, either, where everything is higb octane and screaming, but thankfully I haven’t been like that since I was a young teenager.) Huge hugs in return, as ever.
Cat is showing his support by comfort eating. He had breakfast, second breakfast, lunch and dinner. He’s very portly at present. It stops him from eating flies, I suppose. And he’s been bringing me his toys.
Lots of love to you.
Good night, all - hopefully sleep will be had tonight. And hopefully tomorrow will be Transcript Day!!
let’s reclaim the scarves. Scarves are cool. Scarves are fab. Don’t tuck them into a belt otherwise we can’t be friends.
(perhaps I need to replace my lovely old pashminas and bargain basement Glassons’ woolies with some silky Hermes or LV for a fresh perspective)
I need to experience the full horror- I’ll do it nearer to December! I can always watch something like SAW afterwards, as like a palate cleanser 
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