Are you talking to me?
Well, I don’t see anyone else round here.

It’s alright. Just calm down. Yes, I know that you knew where she was and that must have been very hurtful for you. I know, I know. Well, I know that you can tie better knots than, ahem, that what you called him, but that means you are sort of better.

We are just here to listen. I can’t tell you what to do. But calm down and have a think. Do you think that you might feel better if?… I see what you mean. We are always here to listen. Go to bed and not wake up? You sound so upset but I’m listening. It will be alright.

Rivers flow. So thanks for that. They flow and they will never, can never, stop. Thanks very much for an IQ of 170. Thanks for a brain that won’t leave me alone. Thanks for everything and nothing. Thanks for the head that won’t let me read books and won’t let me go on holiday. Thanks, so bloody much, for the evil in me that won’t let me go; for my childhood.

I live and I breathe (though lawks knows how) and tomorrow is another day. Another day and another battle. Kicking boots. Maybe I should make another Pixie Door and run away and hide. Live in a tent and hear the rain coming down.