I don't like sleeping alone. @gabba is down in Wellington at a funeral so I on my own.

I hate that time immediately after turning the light out. I'm there, just me, no one to say good night to. No one to reach out to touch, to make warm or to warm me. So I just lie there and think about every stupid thing I've ever said or done. Which is an astonishingly long list of things it turns out. And growing by the day.

She is back tonight, thankfully