“I don’t love you anymore and have gone back to be with L because she was the mother of my children”.

Thankfully it’s Friday. Yet again, in the six millionth overwhelming rush of heat, I took to sitting in the garden in the cold night and looked in at the strangeness of my occupation here on this planet. Stepping out and looking in and wondering who it is that lives in there. ‘Who it is’ is glad it’s Friday, having crawled through the week, again. I appreciate that it’s a tedious story this one but yet again I seemed to have scraped through and, yet again, on such disturbed sleep.

You’ve just got to love a dream, not that I ever seem to remember them. I don’t recall when I last remembered one, except last night’s.

You just have to admire the brain’s remarkable capacity to wrap all your feelings of loss and grief, fears of rejection and feelings of self-loathing and shame ...all into just one simple sentence. What an astonishingly remarkable feat. Coupled with the undermining exhaustion and tiredness, the triumph of that emotionally targeted Exocet to the heart ... a perfect strike. You’ve got to hand it to them...Let’s hear it for our brains...the true Master’s of our very own goals. That one ridiculous sentence had me in such tears and sadness even though I entirely understand it’s nonsense. Bloody emotions, they really do keep insisting on going their own way. Off with their heads....