Sunday
On the way home from a lines run for Oleanna.
Monday
Texture in the Parliament car park.
We only have one car key. If Craig is late I have to entertain myself somehow.
Tuesday
Darling husband driving nonchalantly, throwing horns and wearing his grandfather's gold watch.
Wednesday
An exceptionally violent dawn.
Thursday
Craig sent me running to the newspaper - I thought it was something work related.
I was almost relieved to find out it was a terrible photo of me.
Friday
Home when I should have been at the Gryphon. Drunk when I should have been performing.
Saturday
The garden is rising up. It will reclaim Park Place.
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