Promise of a happy future

Well, that's what I take it as. Mundane street scene, suits my feelings...! This is supposed to be an authentic record of my life, so this wins the day over nice night-time shot of the Ship Inn at Barnoldby le Beck which bore little relation to my day. Annoyed Hilary this evening by wanting to talk through what happened a bit. Surprised at how she didn't want to discuss it, at all, once we got to real / raw feelings rather than chatty low key superficial stuff. First time I've felt the urge to ask her about it, 5 months later, with no real explanation of why she divorced me. I'm no wallower, or someone who lives in the past, but I suddenly felt the urge for a bit of 'resolution'. What she did say confirmed a few of my thoughts, but I suspect that's as much as I'll ever know. Think I can deal with that, just have to move on and look forward. Not much choice really!!