ok. here it is.
it’s jsut been crappy. life. in blatant bright technicolour tones that shake your retinas with violence and tease you with pastel tones. in a fraught frantic disco knida style that leaves you with a numb feeling in your mouth.
si has resigned. viv may not return to church. belinda is angry and bitter. it all went kablooey.
now i am going to concentrate on getting back my life and moving on.
ok. that is enough for today and i think that it is sufficiently succinct.
tomorrow, we begin again.