It's been a strange, sad week. Like everything is built on sand and liable to change at any moment. Friends have lost loved ones; there were redundancies at work today. Everyone has a story of something awful happening. Honestly, what the hell is going on with the world right now, eh?
But everyone is being very philosophical. At least we're alive! What more can you ask. We're doing orright.
We've had minor bummer in that our landlord has sold our house and so we're searching for somewhere new to live again. I had a bit of strop when it happened but dudes… perspective. I choose to see this as an opportunity to stickybeak in other folks' houses and mock their taste in decor!
Gareth says every time he goes trudging up a Scottish hill he always thinks about how long the hills have been there, how many people have slogged up before him and how many summers his legs have left. It's a bittersweet feeling that makes you think carefully about what you do with your time and words and dreams.
The Mothership is getting married today. Just her and her fella Ray, down by a lake with a celebrant and a couple of witnesses. I know she wouldn't mind me mentioning it because she totally loves the spotlight. I can't help bawling as I type this; I'm so bloody happy for her that she's found someone to love who loves and respects her right back, in all her nutty lovely Mothershipness. Now there's a lady who knows how to bounce back and savour the hell out of every moment. Love you Ma.