The evening of the day

Oh, I’ve just remembered Marianne Faithfull. Another one we lost this year. 2025 is not shaping up brilliantly, apart from my holiday in India.

Today I practised ‘being normal’. Yes, I know I’ve never been normal…. I made some phone calls, not work ones, and went to town to do some shopping: asking questions and not crying. It went well, apart from when I bumped into two friends unexpectedly. But telling the story and crying, among friends, is part of the long slow process. I went for coffee with one of them and had an oat cappuccino. That went down ok. No chocolate on top, hardly any coffee, no lactose, not much flavour.

Went to my poetry class again in the evening. That was good. They speak my language there.