5 days without a post, my most humble apologies. This week has been a creative disaster of cataclysmic proportions. I have, in the period of 96 hours managed to go through every range of emotion possible, seemingly settling on buckets of tears for the majority of time. My body seems to be comfortable in that state. I am Crazii’s over-excited tear duct. I am her inability to see through the confusion. I am here to dehydrate her over-worked and tired body and make sure I keep the tree felling tissue making business well and truly in the money stakes!
I am tired.
The Cyclist asked me why no posts, so I explained at this stage just the over-worked unpaid reasoning behind the lack of creative juices. And then he said something wonderful. He said he reads them everyday without fail. Everyday. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside to know that I had a fan. A real, in the flesh, true life fan who actually wanted to read my crazii ramblings. (Thunder, of course I feel the same way about you!) So, I decided to write a letter to say thank you...
Dear Cyclist,
Thank you does not cover what you thought was a seemingly simple comment on something that means a lot to me. Having someone want to read the mindless ramblings in my muddled head is wonderful and makes me smile. So thank you for making me smile, it happens too few times these days.
It is Friday Peeps, it happily never disappoints and continually comes round once a week. So let’s make the best of it shall we!
conversations with a 2.5 year old
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