Skins and suitcases

I had a drum lesson today. Yes, I’m still trying to ‘find myself’ musically. I haven’t been mentioning it much, as I seem to be progressing about as quickly as a snail making it’s way across some superglue. I may have to stop lessons soon anyway as I can’t really afford them after spending six years worth of wages on a holiday.
Ah, the holiday. It’s already feeling like something that happened ages ago and is starting to fade into memory.
The weird thing is that, after spending every second of a whole week together in France, you’d think we’d be looking forward to having some time apart in our own spaces. But Philippa hasn’t even been home yet. Maybe she can’t bear to be away from me. Or maybe she can’t face the pile of dirty clothes that need washing, and she’s hoping that the longer she stays here, the more likely it is that I’ll just do all her washing for her.
If that’s the case, I can guarantee you this will end in disappointment for her.

RC 22-2-12