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Thursday, 15 August 2013

Lorna builds a fence

This is one of those days when I yearn to write, but can't write what I'm focussed on.  Can't write because I am so pissed off and so unable to say so to the person who should hear it.

If you were to ask me, I'd say I was an other-centred person, and that I would do my best not to hurt any of the people around whom I feel centred.  I believe that.  I do.  And maybe what I need to do today is to put on some clothes, firm up my eyelashes and take off with a book, a credit card and no phone.

So if you see me in some bar with a glass of wine and my e-reader, please show your love by pretending you don't.


  1. I hope you had a good glass and a good wine.

  2. Been there; done that.!!! Get well!

  3. Why do I feel guilty? . . . Hmm . . . If the shoe fits? I better apologize for all the things I might've done to drive you crazy, and in case I am the villain of the piece, I apologize for how frustrating it must be to you that I don't know I'm the villain. Better stop there. It can only get worse. Love, your other half