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Diary
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Five
- I came into a bit of cash and found a place selling Seville oranges, so there will be gifts of marmalade for Christmas.
- I am still getting my head round the fact that I bought the tickets for the ballet and for Kevin Bridges last January, when I last had a burst of enthusiasm for mending my relationship with Bloke. He was going to choose at least one other outing and he never fucking did.
- Yesterday was the care home Christmas party and I'd forgotten to write it in my diary so I forgot. I was devastated. I mean, it's a fucking ghastly affair, a whole load of people who have no speech, in the local community centre, with all the care workers, a few family members, loud music, not very nice food and no alcohol. But still, I'd have gone, I cannot not bear that I missed it.
- Today was the party for the volunteers at the Recovery Centre, which wasn't great either - these are my peers and what a fucking bunch we are.
- Have my new teeth. Hurrah. They are quite tight and don't slurp about in my mouth which is probably good.
I am grateful for: a nice visit to ED where I read her the story 'Turned' by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, which had come up in conversation somewhere; the farm shop returning my call and being nice; an evening alone at home (yay); getting good traffic and parking vibes this week; the fish pie I made for my tea turning out to be my best one everSleep tight, big hugs, thank you for reading
12:57 a.m. - 21.12.18
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