I had an icky dream last night. John dumped me for Darryl Hannah. I brought Willow from her room where we were sleeping and climbed into bed with him around 5 am to make sure he wasn’t cosied up to Ms Hannah, but of course Sophie or someone woke up so I went and let him sleep. The day didn’t improve much from there. I knew I was stressed when I got to the photo place one fraction of a second after they’d locked up and started to cry because I really wanted to pick up my pictures. Tomorrow. If the van is out of the shop. (I told you the day was icky.)
Happy year and a half plus 8 days anniversary!
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