January 28th 2019

January 28th 2019


Actually found myself wanting to be at hers tonight as I really want to help put the stone and ceramic in the studio. All that lovely stuff to play with.


When she's here, I've usually got music on because I've usually got music on when she isn't. She sometimes invites me to drop a needle on something at hers, but doing so feels presumptuous, like spraying my scent on her upholstery.


This is because her house, her life, is a place where I'm a guest. So it's a holiday, a playdate. That's what I think this is.



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