Whatever that means
The light 4am disturbance of Mandy, in the toilet next door, up and getting ready to go to London was only part of the problem. Back-to-back meetings and only getting out to move the car, home and tea, an hour and a half of getting bairns to bed and it was a huge slump on the sofa with still no photos. Hmmm. To bother or not to bother, that is the question. Whether it really matters that there’s another gap or just to accept that there’s days when it doesn’t happen. To click, to click no more? And by … christ I could do the whole soliloquy.
Anyway, it’s half nine and she’s just come home and it’s my turn to go to London tomorrow.