This day.
Ok, so I havent really been sad or cried since I moved to Bristol. So for about 7 months. Thats pretty darn good for someone who used to be on anti depressants.
This morning however something really awful happened. My heart is truely with those who it affects, I guess it affects me too. So today I have been sad. I even cried. A couple of times.
I wont say much more on it because it’s still pretty raw. I will say this though, Steve, you were a hero, I dont have much to offer you but I will epitomise my fond memories into a story of a superhero bass player with the power of brown noise. I think you would like that.
A big thank you goes out to the people who kept my mind off of things today. My housemates and Bristol friendies for coming to see me at work. Steph for hugs, back massages and stupid dancing, slow dancing and cleaning dancing with me. Dom for helping me find out why gas cylinders are so dangerous and for being the best (and simultaneously worst) pancake flipper in the world (for which I have video evidence, may I also point out that he made pancakes at 1am - the guy rocks). Lastly, Nicci for being a lovely soundboard when you have so much going on with your life right now - I’m sorry for dumping on you but I love you dearly and it was lovely to speak with you.
So there are my thank yous. Once again. Much love to the Porter family. This is hard, so very hard but you will persevere.
All my love.
xxxxxx
