And Although There's Pain in My Chest....

When am I going to grow up?

I'm sitting in the car, 10 pm at night, thinking, "haven't blipped", "must blip".

I roll the window down to take the trees, which, in daylight, and summer, and spring I love. I snap a couple off, and then roll the window up, and look at how spooky they are, and how they seem to be bending over towards me, and how in actual fact, they don't look like the lovely trees which were a big part of my growing up, and are they in fact coming closer???????

I decide that locking the door whilst I wait for Tooli to emerge half dressed from the gym is the best option.


Just in case "they" get me.