I’m feeling much better. Raven’s better – in fact, all well again – which always helps. And then there’s the matter of a Sun, who’ve decided to break through the layers of cloud and bring some brightness into our wintered souls. And Mette’s been for a short but very sweet little sojourn. It was incredibly nice just spending a little 1-on-2 with her. She gets on with Raven so well, and it’s a joy seeing them together. Makes me go all warm and fussy inside.


Hollywood called on me the other day – truly a very serious matter.


I am now the proud owner of a crystal chandelier…


Feeling a failure is a river that runs deep through me. I think it has caused the first wrinkle to appear on my forehead – another notch in my bark adding to the already extensive map of life criss-crossing my body. Razorblade scars on my arms, lard-induced stretch marks across my pallid belly, and the inside I’m sure, no better turned out. Maybe it’s time I learn to live with it. Let go of the ambitions I never had the –courage? –ability? –wisdom? –hard working nature? to fulfil… or to redeem.


But I’ve learned something today – just a little thing – about the word wort. Something, which I had never thought of before. Ain’t it funny how something so simple can turn a day from plain to something memorable?

Mette & Raven & La La.