Despite being garrulously sober – something I nowadays and have for some time made a great habit of – whilst walking back from the cinema (after watching Stepbrothers which I found hilarious as did most people in the cinema but I suspect is an acquired taste for some) a mood of sombre reflection washed over me. My new job is going well, so far; my man-flu, which has persisted now for three weeks, is definitely losing the battle against my immune system; my flat is not flooded, something which many people around the country cannot say at the moment and, in general I have very little to moan about.
But it’s not enough. I am like a plant-pot without a plant. A cup without a saucer. Salt without the pepper.
Yes, I do mind being on my own in the world. I mind very much.
Sorry – just needed to write it down.
Roll on October.