RE: When I don't feel like talking...

At my age (god I hate starting a sentence with that) I actually worry for myself if, god forbid, Jamie dies before me. I don't have a huge network of friends - I've always been an outsider and loner and friendship groups are a mystery to me. I wonder who'd show up, if my Mum's gone, and aside from my sister that I dont have a super close relationship to (it's close enough these days and I know I can count on her if I ask). Who will bring me soup? Wine? Comforting words? My best mate lives in Tasmania - I always think that if both our Jamies go, we'll live togehter, and that'll be lovely.

Music, gosh, yes, though there's some songs that make me sad, so can't go there. I was listening to a heap of music via a Tidal song radio the other day (you know how they choose songs for you based on a song/artist you like?) and it kept me buoyed up all afternoon. Thank goodness most of the houses around us are holiday homes and the neighbours were out, because sometimes the best company is music as loud as you can fucking get it to wrap your soul all up tight. Something to hold you.