I am listening to a group of people interrupt a speech by Jeremy Corbyn, to protest about something in relation to Syria. “We’d like to ask Jeremy, who I’ve supported for thirty years…”
I went home. I bathed in my own bath. The one I remember was Guardians of the Forest, green and scalding hot, but there were others. I scrubbed myself raw with Devil’s Nightcap soap, and it felt good to be back. I bathed for two days solid, basically.
Also, a podiatry appointment:
Him: Hey, how’s that new project of yours working out?
Me: [Removes Socks]
Him: Oh! Like that!
It’s like that.
I was supposed to have a grown up conversation the other day, but it didn’t materialise. Everyone was busy. This conversation I didn’t have is now the most overthought conversation in the world. It’s not like I under think things at the best of times, frankly.
I was so busy yesterday I didn’t even see the Lush Kitchen menu.