“Whole two weeks post kiss. I am coping. Just. And recovering, if not quite my equilibrium, at least a foothold on the pigeon-pooped seat-end of the seesaw. But I’m concerned that I am suffering from SAD and must purchase daylight bulbs and so on. Would book a sunbed, but can’t because I would then stress about getting skin cancer which would therefore negate the beneficial effect of UV rays on my psyche etc. Doubt that UV rays would have a sufficient beneficial effect anyway, as I am forced... to admit the main cause of my sadness is not SAD but a broken heart. Am seriously blue, but in fact the same colour as my pond weed suit plus similarly stagnant of temper. Were it not for the fact that I keep remembering that at least I have my health and not fibroids query cervical cancer and so on, I would be in a right strop all round. ‘First week in Feb?’ asks Davina, picking from her suit what I assume from her expression must be decomposing fruit fly corpses, or similar.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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