Somewhere there is laughter

Am in a funny kind of mood tonight. My pictures from this morning weren't as I was expecting them to be.

It was a beautiful morning. It smelt of October, and it smelt clean. There was an early morning mist sitting over the golf course, the kind that if you were in Southern France, you'd know it was going to be a glorious day. My pictures were going to be haunted looking, but beautiful.

I got on the train and got back into my book. I completely lost Troon Through Ayr. I was so engrossed. I was also so scared I nearly pee'd myself when someone walked into the carriage. I've never been that scared by a book before. But this one has freaked me. And I'm going to have to read it again now, to make sure it turns out ok.

This evening, Boy did something lovely. He asked me what was wrong in public, after I had demanded a laugh. I asked him if he had time for a wave, and he said "two minutes".

Two minutes turned into 10 and his dad had to go out. That made me sad. So I shouted at boy, via text for a while, because I didn't want to see him because I was sad too.

Then, he sent me his Essay which he got 100% for, and it is lovely. It is a work of art, and if he sticks with his writing, and he should, he will produce works of fiction that the world has not seen before. He wrote a short story at school, and everyone who has read it says "A 17 year old BOY wrote this?"

Anyway, my mind is drifting tonight. Too much to think about, and scary book to finish.

If you see Boy on line, feel free to shout at him on my behalf, and tell him, his mum loves him, but she does get very frustrated with him sometimes.

Night night.