One thing about the weeks before Christmas is that it’s busy. In a nice way but still.
My weekends are booked out and because George have about 2000 friends there are people staying on our sofa most of the time.
Not complaining, means I get someone to talk to when he is off working. And help around the house. A never ending stream of strapping young men helping me out.
A so called win.
Otherwise my face looks like this. Because lonely. On the other hand, last night read Dans latest book updates and ate ginger bread dough.
Who am I to complain?
Tonight we are heading to Brixton for M83 concert. My 6 months anniversary gift to George. And now we are almost 10 months in. Which is nothing. But also all the time.
Letters to my family 