Love, Poetry and Revolution - Tuesday 30th May 2023
It didn't seem to make sense that today was Tuesday, given that 'everyone' wasn't working yesterday. I think yesterday felt like a Sunday, and therefore today should be my non-working day, which, sadly, it is not. Apparently, I must have had some kind of bad dream as I screamed in terror in the early hours and my heart was racing. I don't recall what I was dreaming but it must have seemed and felt both real and frightening. Work now takes precedence. For both of us. Once Q returned and I finished work, we went for a mini shopping excursion. On our return, Q made dinner with a little help from me, after which we sat down and watched another 'FUBAR' (having explained earlier what the abbreviation means). Let's call it a day. "It, you are a day." Job done. Robert Lloyd / 'Part Of The Anchor' / 'Me And My Mouth' [[ ]]