On a different note, I was cursing this blog the other day. When you stop to blog, you stop to think. Stopping to think turned out to be quite painful. I’ve never wanted to be Rhiannon more in my life than I did in the hours following my last blog. I didn’t do it in the end – mainly because I was too busy and as I noted before, I’m at least 100 miles from my wardrobe!
It was an odd experience bordering on grief with sadness and loneliness mixed in – very strange. Maybe ditching the girl isn’t going to be quite so easy after all?