2023 so far – The Frank Journals

Last Week….work, sleep, refill, repeat

In a week that was completely dominated by Phillip Schofield, a drama of many truths all of which appearing to have varying degrees of reality, nothing much has happened. I was sort of waiting for it to happen, the crash. I knew it would because I had been booming so the bust had to comeContinueContinue reading “Last Week….work, sleep, refill, repeat”

The Dark Months

First quarter of the year, bleaker than usual but also uplifting in unexpected ways. The complete emotional exhaustion of Dads funeral, the relief of finally being allowed to complete the paperwork giving way to overwhelming bleakness of grief, watching the world go back to its rhythm while I am adrift, tiptoeing round my childhood homeContinueContinue reading “The Dark Months”