Girlfriend on Prozac?

My mind is a whirl today. Philippa is in a spookily good mood and I’ve seen a job I want to apply for. I’m not going to tell you much about the job because any time I’ve done that in the past year or so the whole thing has fallen apart around my ears, so forgive me for keeping you in the dark. I’m happy to tell you about Philippa’s levity, however. She has suddenly decided that she is no longer scared about moving house, which is a Hell of a change in attitude. She is also not hassling me about getting married. Either she has given up, or she’s playing some horrible game of reverse psychology on me. I don’t care either way because it’s just nice to be talking to her without the words ‘wedding’ and ‘colour-scheme’ popping up every five seconds.

RC 17-9-13