Friday night; it is chilly, too chilly, the weather feels foreign. It feels soothing... I need that. I tried to sleep loneliness away today, it came back halved when I opened my eyes. But I am always hopeful for tommorow.

Last night was equally cold, damp ground underfoot, raindrops caught in the hair. We sat under Christmas lights bouncing golden off our skins. Dark rum and strawberry chocolate, machine drinks in bottles and cans, people watching opposite Coffeebean. And then packed home prematurely.

Also, completed all 600 odd pages of the genius writing- masterpiece, really. The story thickened the characters grew and then it all became subverted... Fantastic read, one of the most intoxicating I have ever came across. Next I will need to lay my hands on the one about a Handmaid. At the moment I am madly in love with Alex Thomas, except I doubt I can manage loving in borrowed spaces, on borrowed time. I will be aching, heart clutching.