I am possessed of a brief happiness. I have new trousers with lots of pockets and a buttoned roll-up courier looking feature. My Bridge Crew are outside playing in our beautiful, safe cul de sac, with two new friends. They are having the kind of fun that I have long since stopped knowing. The sun is shining. It's homemade burgers and chips for dinner. Common Law is asleep now, but getting stronger every day. Tomorrow's spin is in the bag.
These kinds of vaguely happy tidings do occur together with reasonable regularity but as a rule I manage to push through the feel-good feelings and maintain my well resolved bitterness and self-disgust. Just now though, just now, I think I'll allow myself a moment of contentment before my panic, repugnance and blind fear creep back in and take their place at the table.
Ok, the boys are back in town. Thank fuck for that. As you were.