Its hard to stay angry when your partner is hurting, even when its self inflicted. If i’m honest, there’s an element of schadenfreude this morning so I’ll leave it at that.
I’ve slept maybe three and a half hours and am in that quiet early morning haze that will probably resolve into fatigue just as I open the library doors to the public.
After work we’re heading over to a Mad Hatter’s tea party hosted by one of my brothers, and we’re taking along a mutual friend who I think will enjoy the whimsy and fit in with the dry humour of the occasion.
I shall be going as a somewhat disreputable and rakish take on the White Rabbit, arriving with a lady on each arm and prepared to drink my own body weight in caffeine, topped off with home made cakes.
And why not?