Work was shit today & I’m not going to type about it. This afternoon was better. My eldest son came for a visit. I made him Chicken curry for dinner & bought him his favourite beer. It’s heading towards 10pm & I’m about ready for bed. Sadly eldest has a few cans left so it’s not quite bed time yet.
I noticed the teeny fae troon hit. I’m still not reacting. I’m worrying about myself & I don’t have room in my head right now. Your still here which I take to mean your okay. I’m glad one of us is. Sometimes, like now, I miss you. You would seriously talk my stupidity out of me. Goodnight :0)