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Dream fading fast so I should detail it asap.

A great meandering river full of life that I was floating down. Sometimes the river ran red though always beautiful, more as though it was bathed in sunset than in blood. There were great beasts in the water, but I wasn't afraid. Indeed, I couldn't really work out how I was travelling down it at all, I was immersed, as though swimming, but not exactly. Sometimes I thought it would be wiser to travel it butterfly stroke-style, seeing things behind me rather than in front, but I couldn't do that; Ahead was too exciting.

Time spent with old friends, but it really was spent... I had somewhere to be and looked up to note it was approaching 10 at night. I was meant to be somewhere and now was very delayed. Still the food and company was gorgeous. And yet I had to had to had to go!

Far above looking down at a sky filled with strange craft, hundreds of different kinds, flying everywhere in formations or randomly, including many that seemed similar to UFOs described by witnesses. R was next to me and he told me that these were all man made results of secret research. They were of many different shapes and I felt dismayed as they filled the air because while no-one told me, I could not shake off the conviction that a great many of these were weapons and I wondered why the sky was full of them.

Susanna and the Elders

When I was young, they called me
Something between Juno and Lucifer
(Hey, Juicyfur!) The men would watch
As though they couldn’t believe

I didn’t want their eyes fixed to my skin
Like warts I couldn’t pick off
wet undermouths of wish
Struck matches guttering faint

Beneath beards
And grave faces
the plea of paddling fingers
Oh, let me let me

And a smile
Would you like a little gift?
And his friend who warns me
that no one likes a prideful girl

And anyway what’s a little flesh
A little slip, a little
You might even like it
Trying to put their hands

On the marble of me
On the moment of me
As if theirs was the fate
Never to hear: ‘No’

Then curdled into curses
For when they said
'God made you for us
Or you would not be so beautiful,'

I replied, ‘If that were true
He would not have let you grow old.’

Happy Anniversary to Us

These have been strange times. Quite apart from my issues, and the crash, R has had a cyst that suddenly grew, so it was taken out, leaving him with painful stitches.
But good things have been happening too.

The daughter of my friends is safe.
We went to a lovely meal and party with buddies last weekend, there's going to be another this weekend.
We will celebrate tonight by going to see Deadpool and Wolverine, let's hope it's not too appropriate!
Chum coming up for the Fringe has sent a list of possible fun things to spread over the three days he's here. Should be great, but there's a question of pacing/timing, as some of the venues may be spread far apart. This needs spreadsheet expertise and logistical thinking, two skills I bartered away before birth in exchange for permanent adolescence. We may be doomed.

Eight years. It's the salt anniversary, which I quite like, cos I like me some savoury! Bronze and ceramics are the gifts to give, or conversely linen and lace. No lace for me, it always makes me look 104. Clematis and lilacs are the appropriate flowers. Hmm. I love them both!

From an early age I knew I wanted no children, and honestly couldn't see marriage as a real thing. My parents were miserably unhappy and often Mum warned me that motherhood ruined one's life forever. It could be argued that this last put me off and of course it played a part, but long before she said it, dolls and prams and all those sorts of toys bored me to tears. Not for me. That never changed and never will.

Marriage though... who knew?

Can't guarantee tomorrow. But here's to eight years of something tasty X