rosie and i just had a shout at each other over not working for the last two weeks and there are only six days left before they go off. this was followed by my shouting at belle for ignoring me as i stood holding out a drink for her.
then by chance i find myself stoned for the first time in ages telling belle that i would like her to read 'manage your mind' because when i read it i remember wishing that someone had given it to me when i was ten years old
meanwhile part of the upset is that they are all having separate social lives and gadding about unpredictably
(non chemical) death to all organisms intent on eating my plants!