Jumble

Work and fine hospitality and Hatfield House and Elizabethan sonnets and Work and a trip to Devon and Work and Friends and no sleep and Work and conversations that lasted until 6 am and a fine ergo-ortho-i-don't-know-what-it-does-but-it-feels-good pillow and a tiny little birthday boy walking towards me smiling and Work and a night with two lovely witches with talk of clitorises and love, and fresh purple grapes picked, squeezed and eaten by me and my own love, and apple trees of surpassing abundance, and Work and a meal at which I couldn't eat anything and a horrible creepy almoststalker on the train and Work and a flirt whose powers of havoc left me with 30 seconds to going on air accompanied by neither microphone, talkback, log in info, nor briefing. This proves that that I have the strength of mind to, er, to not pay attention, um, when someone is trying to break my powers of concenthingy, I mean, fluence my brain right out of my, uh, right out,um, I mean when someone is trying to distract me. That didn't work, naturally, not on a tough ol' boot like me.

And now I have invoices and new shifts and trains to work out, it just hurts my brain. I will wait for my darling to come home and help me.

I slept well last night with larians and the kitties, after an indian meal which I barely tasted except for the delicious thick mango lassi I could not stop drinking, but I am still tired, don't know why. The cystitis and psoriasis cleared up the moment I started work, so thank you to those who sent me messages of niceness.

Don't want to do paperwork. Will fill dishwasher instead.