Interim

I'm going through a tricky period right now. I've been having these feelings, disturbing ones, and I need time to deal with them. The thing is...I might be starting to like Brussels. This has come as quite a shock, and and has made me question the very fibre of my being. Revulsion when I step out my front door has been such a large part of me for so long I'm scared about what might happen without it: will I technically cease to exist if it is replaced with mild appreciation, or even a cosy warm feeling?

You'll understand that all this is very difficult for me to deal with. Have a video to be going on with; it's an old one, but it never fails to penetrate my hard bitter shell, and I've even been known to tear up a little if it's been a hard day.

Look out for the joy on the grannys' faces, above all