|Pictured: successful woman with independent income and|
Not pictured: insufferable smugness knowing that Tilly has
Also, two very dear people commented on my last post with uplifting support and that can't be ignored. I might also have bought a few ales and had one last night. I have also been out to my local this evening to have a half and partake of some free cheese and biscuits. All rather civilised and a welcome reminder of the British pub culture that sometimes gets lost in translation. However, it did lead to a couple of ruminations.
|Kinda like this, but more brown field than open fields.|
Also, less whitewashed and more tired and old looking. Think
the 1980s abandoned business chic that was so poopular
back in the Miner's Strike.
|That watch though...|
|It's a newer laptop, and she's usually in the spare room|
but you get the idea.
Despite a nice evening, despite having a nice half of a decent stout, despite the happiness for Tilly at her triumph and the loveliness of many people - this has been a tad sobering.
And... well, that's it, isn't it.