Lady Miss Banjola as a small child.
Isn’t it amazing what you can do with unskilled labour.
Lady Miss Banjola as a small child.
Isn’t it amazing what you can do with unskilled labour.
I didn’t exactly cry my body weight yesterday, but very close.
Today my vision is very blurry.
My feelings of sadness, failure and rejection loom large right now. Paul and I went for a walk late last night and halfway through the walk he – unwittingly – picked a seat where I could see my new apartment building. I guess I’ll let the coincidence speak for itself.
I phoned Sandy yesterday looking for sympathy, and her response was a brusque, “Well, what did you expect?” That too speaks volumes.