Its been a weird weekend.
Yesterday managed to have alovely ride out in the morning, apart from the daft dobbin horse who decided that the third lot of cows were definitely out to get him and that the only way out was to prance about on two legs in the muddiest, most thickly tree-d but of the path. Never mind. I love him to bits really.
Then out to the wedding evening reception. Just felt a bit strange. Not helped by the fact that I'd gone looking for some warmer jamas in a drawer and found a nightie I bought to go to Malta last year and another when we went to Muscat. And I'd bought them to be nice and because I thought, well I don't know what I thought really. But I needn't have bothered need I? And that upset me. I keep finding things like that.
And today I have been emptying his wardrobes and drawers and that has been peculiar too. I found a letter I remember writing to him in DB, and I could have written it this year. It said the same--how we didn't talk, how it wasn't working, how we needed to do something about it. And that was 14 years ago for fuck's sake I feel slumped into a pit just now.
It hasn't stopped raining since last night. It's horrendous. The roads are flooding, the fields are just turning into ponds.
Oh well, another week starts tomorrow, who knows what will happen next.
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