All I’ve read recently, two books about naughty boys.
I had a good night of sleep, last night.
Which has stabilised my mood.
Robbie from work asked to bump our meeting, he’s running late in the city doing work.
“The lawyers are taking their sweet time you know,” is what he said.
I said, “That’s fine. I have back to back meetings until 2.00pm, so I’ll see you then,” flatly into the screen.
I noticed that my skin was looking a little red, young, without the beard.
Baby, angry and full of vanity.
I’ve got a detective novel in the wings. For better or worse. More naughty boys.