I am home alone. I saw Emma (very briefly) between work and going out for she has gone to try on wedding dresses with her Mum and sister. Itâs the first time since Em moved with me almost two months ago that I have been at home in the evening and Emma hasnât and I feel awkward and empty. Itâs annoying because really I should be taking this opportunity to watch some of the hours of tele recorded on my digi-box, or write something to my novel, but I canât. I faff, and move listlessly from nothing in particular to nothing whatsoever.
I think partly itâs because I should be doing something towards moving but Iâve done everything that I can and so there isnât anything, but my brain hasnât quite grasped this…
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