Tuesday, March 16, 2010

So much to say.

So little energy tonight.

I have just cried for about 30 minutes.  The Black Pig of a Range Rover is now in bits in the front of the house, ready for more bits tomorrow, and doing of stuff with said bits.

I sat here, and I could hear the voices outside, and I thought about taking coffee out, and then the door opened and suddenly I remembered Rich was dead and not coming in and the people I could hear weren't him,  and and and and.

I hate it when that happens.