December 15th, 2004

Random - Garbo

"The moment I let go of it..."

Well, it's done.  I finally emailed Ben.  Back, admittedly, but that's probably better.  I wondered how long it'd take...

And in keeping with my generally rather oddly angsty state, here's a post that's actually copied from my real diary (very recently attempted so as not to fill LJ with angst.)  This rather defeats its purpose, but I read it back and thought I'd like to share it...  It's from the evening after we went through the old photographs to find some with which to make my nan (who, for the unintiated, has been "Bumble" since I was about four.  No, I don't know why.  I was a weird child.) a calendar for Christmas, which was quite a strange experience...  Amongst the many many photos of me as a child were a whole bunch in a box that we acquired upon my maternal grandmother's death, from various random aunts...

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It ends abruptly because I was falling asleep at the wheel.  But... hm.  Probably demonstrates that we should never go through old photos when already very tired and nostalgic...

And, no, you're not getting to see the email I composed for Ben.  Mainly becuase I don't have it any more.  It was a case of 'hit send and run away'.