Today

Today was a good day. Work went well, I felt sharp and useful and then I met my friend and we had naughty cakes and talked about Uni and art and writing and things that we love to do. We talked about being writers and being published (even in small ways) and ideas; about people from our past. It was good. And I felt like I could say things that I wanted and I felt funny and alive and loved and happy. Why isn't every day like this?

My friend (who will probably read this) told me about her brother turning up very drunk and spending the night. And even though I know it is wrong and really annoying I just can't stop thinking about brothers turning up drunk and spending the night on settees and deciding to take their clothes off. I mean who would really want to see their brother naked! Dreadful but also funny - something to tell their children in years to come. And their children will say 'not you Dad, your too boring for that'. And brothers and sisters will say 'I can't believe when you used to do that, when you used to piss me off!' Its funny and sad, and lovely and families and history.

And I so wish my brother would come around, even really drunk and want to stay on the settee and see my home as somewhere he could be safe; somewhere he could come and just be.

But not take his clothes off though - that would be Yuk. That is too much.