A darling friend saw I was struggling with no guitar, and bought me a new one. It is lovely, a sweet little Guild in tobacco burst. I love it every bit as much as that old Martin, more so perhaps as it was from someone I adore.
Giles has a lovely little face, doesn't he! I have sent the application in, and enquired about 'emotional support dog' status, so he can trail me around town. I can't wait to be able to make an appointment to go and meet him in 'person'.
Im working like crazy on the book, writing articles, generally trying to make a career. I haven't had a day off for 8 months, but feel so much better for taking control of things.
So, can't get a van to help me move, and the shelter is deciding to get all soap opera dramatic over the weekend! I try to avoid the drama, but fucking hell....It is actually hot here right now, and the city has collectively lost its mind.
Hello to Lang, the amazing shero that she is! I miss the Thighs, I am glad they are well, they always made me giggle.