Two weeks since the bombs tore the heart out of
This is the first entry in my journal. If you are reading this - don't. It is private (and quite boring).
I won't worry about bothering you with the unbosomings of a thirteen year old girl because, well, I'm a bloke and in my forties. Nor will I claim that it is the best of times and it is the worst of times as quite frankly, there's nothing of note going on right now except that afternoon tea will be due in another 39 minutes.
Sweet-meal digestive or Custard Cream? Sigh. Only time will tell.
Current Mood:
apathetic