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May. 23rd, 2019

I've just lit my sage smudge stick for Domma's friend Karen. I don't know her, but it does no harm and I believe it helps. I wish her a swift passage x

After last night's shennanigans with the plump mousey, I come home to a feather strewn hallway and a dead bird under the rug. Murphy is an arse. A little shit. An indifferent killer.

Had a fab night out with Santi. A Greek on Camden's backstreets, away from the tourists and the fashionable peeps. We talked and laughed and quaffed. Again, he is 20 years my junior, so no romance or silly stuffs. Pure friends. I remain amazed that somebody so educated and informed values my opinion and input. But I am a cross between mamma hen and lioness extraordinare. It has made me have a good think about Chosen Family.

He's invited me to a festival he isn't working at but has comps. Ordinarily I would have checks and balances and quid pro quos. This time I just said yes. Yes if involves necking wine and not washing much. If somebody amazing just wants me to be me from Friday to Monday, I can do that! I can just be me, with no provisos.

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