
Manchester, UK
Well things are happening. Billy and Oily have moved out in disgust. We are moseying along without a sense of urgency, apart from when we are superstressed. I guess When August comes we will both turn into Type A personalities.
I have no time to do anything at the moment. But appear to waste a lot of time avoiding thinking about how worried I am, which worries me further. Consequently I'm paralysed with worry and the trip to India remains a dissociated fantasy...