the phone call seemed to dissipate some of her anger...
It's five in the morning, I can't sleep as per usual and am listening to downloads of 'That was then, this is now" AIOTM with production values and without the swears.
Can't get the bloody woman out of my head, that and the pain from a bruised\gouty big toe will prevent further sleep I think...
Spoke mum last night, she wants to know plans for holiday... Do I pick her up? do I want to be in Southampton the night before S flies away [for ever]
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