Improvement

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My efforts are now funny rather than dull. I confess to being a bit weary of it.

My love presented me with a mediteranean picnic last night; serrano ham, olives stuffed with sundry goodies, cheeses, bread, wine, grapes, luscious pates and of course, many prawns for me to peel and throw across the room in my Crustacean Death Goddess frenzy. There was salad too but we don't talk about that. It's funny how food and wonderful company lifts your spirits. I went to bed last night to the sound of the wind in feral mood outside, the wild hunt gathering, voices fierce and very angry. Even when I woke up it was still sweeping the air in contrast to all this sunshine and green and blue. It's eerie. This kind of sound belongs to midnight...