Though I was ambivalent about it because it was full-time, and working full-time in a normal job doesn't suit me.
But anyway, I was willing to do it so we could move from Norfolk. I feel like Father Jack when he wakes up sober: "Don't tell me I'm still on that fecking island." [Father Ted]
And Hagos went back on tour today after having two days off, so I'm adjusting to that.
And my Canadian aunt died this week, and my beautiful cousin has terminal cancer.
And I'd really like to make personal progress.
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Fortunately simple things make me smile. Such as looking out of the window on a lovely spring day and seeing Meg sleeping in a pile of coal. What a cat.