August 7th (artpop)

Sometimes when I listen to one of my favourite albums, I feel a sense of closure that means it’s finally fallen out of my current, most-played albums. Not that I don’t like the songs any more, but the message they carry is no longer relevant to me. This happened the last time I listened to A Head Full of Dreams by Coldplay, and since then, I’ve been categorically listening to my other ones, in a bid to find out which themes of my life I need to hang on to, and which to leave behind. I listened to Artpop by Lady Gaga while cleaning, which is still a firm favourite. Obviously sexual offensiveness still needs to be high on the agenda.

After lunch, I helped Jayne with some DIY, although hindered is probably more the correct term. I spent the next few hours trying and failing to pinpoint where my frustrations lie. In the end, it was solely the lack of perfection that irritated me. But we have freedom to fail in this universe of forgiveness.

June 21st (tough call)

Today started with the slightly squeamish moment where you realise you’ve picked up someone else’s notebook. Suffice to say I’m now aware of all Jill’s secrets I’ve ever wanted to know, and far more that are better off under wraps. For the sake of our national security, I’ll take them to the grave.

It is with deep regret that I dethroned my zebra-green striped bag, which has served me since Sixth Form. This was not a decision I took lightly, but two huge rips are emerging in the bottom, which could cause disastrous outflow when fully opened. TK Maxx served me admirably once again, and I’m now the proud owner of a blue and yellow rucksack. It’s primary colours for a reason, to keep my thought processes simple. Old Zebry is looking and feeling rather deflated and rejected, but tough life decisions have to be made.

Wandered around town with Sam after lunch. We went back into TK Maxx, and I found a perfect t-shirt, but decided I had enough. Then got lost in deep, spiritual conversation about Naruto and Pokemon Go in The Cabin. Read a bit of Luke after I got home, then headed off for a BBQ. I can’t understand why people insist on hearing completely unintentional sexual innuendos in all I say. On the car journey home, we encouraged Steph to be a strong, independent, white woman in the workplace.