Today has been rewarding, exhausting, playful, workful and just generally full. I've felt very happy and very sad. I've seen beautiful skies, got soaked in lovely, heavy rain, got dry and then wet again, smelt hebe flowers, one after the other (I almost couldn't stop).
I've talked banter with two women in a Rochester cafe, spent most of the day with teenagers, talked to a man who was 100 (looked about 70!), called a man a liar (him), been called a liar (by him), spoken to a lady in her nineties who told me her stories and frustrations over a fag in the garden, I've not eaten enough (early) and eaten too much (late). I've had a musical-note-shaped hole punched into my train ticket, nearly choked on wasabi (coughed for about 2 minutes), managed to get wasabi up my nose, spent about two hours on trains, an hour on a minbus, cycled and walked. I got dropped off by the minibus driver, who had remembered where I needed to go from and did a detour to drop me first - superstar man.
I felt all sorts of different things. I am strapping in, in the gentlest of ways, for a night full of rich and wonderful dreams.
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