Sense for Sensibility

How I survived Monday is beyond any understanding. Weak and yet resilient like a cactus in the rain.

By three I said to myself: when he can go to Malta with his friends, I go to Rome with myself.
The idea already lingered on Sunday when I faced the choice between a day of either watching TV – English journalists climbing Scottish mountains (most impressed by the mountain range up for sale. Viewing strictly by appointment.) or fighting through the final day of my weekend job.
Nobody said good bye and I walked home in the pouring rain with the most precious scent of spring.

The good news though this weekend for parents – good or bad, I let you choose – the local cinema showing Nymphomaniac actually allows toddlers in free entry. Sense and sensibility crunch time.

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