I'm off for a counselling session in the morning. When I had a drop of wine the other day I had a brainwave, and decided to write down my thoughts and experiences as they occurred. I have read it since and have decided to show it to the lady in the morning. The things I wrote were all true, but are things I could not speak about.
Then on Thursday I've got my every-other-Thursday chat. I think I'm playing Friday lunchtime and know I'm playing Sunday night. It's a much quieter week for me.
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