Jan 082015
Revised Plan A
By the early hours of the morning I have decided to write a letter to the person who, according to my calculations, is the father. I post it first thing, first class, then go up to Tiffany with my news.
‘No more wee drams then, lovey! No more pill-popping! How do you feel? Apart from terrified, obviously?’
‘Truly happy. If this isn’t a raison d’etre I don’t know what is.’
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It’s beginning to feel real again, and the fine painting firms it up.
Thank you Bruce. Tiffany is my reality check, my anchor.
I have noticed I’m doing poses lately with my hand on my belly, like it needs protecting, or I’m trying to feel that something’s there.
I mis-read “To subscribe, leave your email….” as “To subscribe, Love…”
My love to you both (and the father),
JOHN ROSE
Thank you John. Lovely to get love.
And always lovely to get a new subscriber… Anyone want to subscribe? (-: