|More fitting for my age.|
And I'm listening to that Proms performance by the Pet Shop Boys again. It remains haunting. I think it grows on you. But then I am something of a fangirl, as I have previously discussed on here ad nauseam.
The day has been okay. Full of parenting and beer brewing (I'm still trying to make a raspberry beer work). And so has the time been so far. Lots of parenting - a Girlie who has been trying lately and a Boy who has started to join in now that she is calming. He mashed this laptop earlier and I told him off and his reaction was terrifying. He was me and I was my father. It was horrible. I'm not sure the hug and talk afterward did much fixing. I suck at that kind of thing.
|Most of life in the UK methinks.|
|From where a lot of the issues began. This was the top of the|
road I moved onto back in 2006. Taken before I met Tilly but
it was here, this house, that pretty much caused her PTSD
(no, seriously) that she now suffers with.
Physical affection is running down again. Of course it is. Tilly's fond of me, I'll give her that, and she cares for me. But she's not in love with me and I suspect that I am also realising that I am not really in love with her any more either. It's only been three weeks, I shouldn't really call it off yet.
Been reading Three Men in a Boat and I can heartily recommend it to anyone who wishes to read a stand-up in text format from the late 1800s in the UK - no, seriously, there's an aspect of Izzard or Dylan Moran in it that I quite enjoy. I've also been having a beer a night and stacking up beer reviews for my drab blog elsewhere on the internets. I haven't been posting them here because, well, I get the impression that they weren't really fitting in so well. I say that with no malice, I just think that this place is developing, once again, into something that doesn't really need beer reviews any more.
And thus this is where I stand before going dark for a bit.
|Blurry and shit, but that's ME curtseying and|
so I find it more meaningful.