Mr Insomnia came to visit again. He's still here although I tried to dispatch him with some toasted fruit bread, Applewood and a cup of Earl Grey Tea.
He's beginning to get the message.
He often comes after a holiday, like I've had. He also comes when I have things on my mind - as is his propensity.
I've tried to banish those to my Unsent post which continues to be a work in progress. Committing things to pixels can be hard.
In writing it I've discovered the MSN history goes way back further than I thought. I've been good though and only looked at the one conversation I wanted to find.
It's interesting how our conversations have changed over time. We seem to be able to talk about less and less. I think we're protecting each other. It reminds me a bit of the book Ella Minnow Pea which you must read if you love language.
Friday October 3rd is the date. It must happen then. If he withdraws from that evening out I really will not know how to play it.
Actually I do.
It will be a letter and me closing the door forever on him.
(NB. Last two paragraphs could be 02:49 talk and are not binding. Your statutory rights are not affected.)
