Nineteen
Several days’ worth of notes to add here. I’ll just say which days, not when.
Day One: I had lunch with old school friends. I got there without any help and I did a couple of messages before I met my friends. This was despite everything. Some months the full moon hurts and this was one of them … but I was dealing. There’s something deep inside that lights up when life turns out to be possible despite things. I was chuffed. Very chuffed. It may have escaped that I was pleased with myself over my day.
We were talking and the other two were feeling superior. They talked about other schoolmates as if they weren’t quite good enough. Hadn’t done this or that. Had been given more than they deserved.
Guess where this led?
One of my friends told me, with that confidential look you get
