Up …. and ….. down. Two very different words for two very different reasons. I feel like today, I went to a theme park with a slightly older friend. I got made to believe that some rides weren’t that scary when, really, they were. I got made to feel that some rides were terrifying and they weren’t.
Tonight I blanked the fact tat I was going to have to write a song. I pretended that I didn’t have to. I carried on with Friday evening like it was no-ones business. Then, I went into our spare room that has nothing in, and I sat on the floor and played something. This is the something. (It may have involved some white wine and some gin and tonic).