The free concert last night did not happen. I seemed to be in a well of tears and looking through a fog all day for reasons not necessary to explain here, until Clare, clearly upset to see me in such a state, invited me over and we drowned my sorrows. I sobbed, she and her lovely flatmate talked and drank. My desolate feelings overcome, intermittently and temporarily, by copious amounts of numbing white wine.
Apologies to Kylie who called me late to see where the Hell I was. I'd arranged to meet her at Los Lobos Latin night in the Domain but it was raining at the time we intended to go and with all the drama I was feeling . . well I just didn't fancy Latin beats and a Festival atmosphere. Kyles we'll do lunch, soon, I promise. I thought about a blog sabbatical and taking a break because I feel so numb.
So, how does one temporarily subdue feelings of grief and loss:
|Liked the name|
|Gomes held reservations|
|Sex in the City - Cosmopolitans of course|
|Not for me but they looked pretty|
|The lure of mango|
|Tame enough to touch. This is the first time apparently.|
|Breakfast with champions|