Some people get the blues, Holly Golightly got the mean reds. I think I have the browns! I've been splashing round in denial for months but today I am just going to admit to myself that things have gone a bit brown.
Brown is not all bad, you know. It's a nice hue for those with ginger hair and brown eyes. But it also the colour of shit.
So. I have this wee list of things – job husband family friends authoring health sanity hundreds of strangers who write and ask me how to fix their lives – and I'm screwing it all up. Sometimes my priorities have been completely wrong. Despite my lists! Why put "send Mothership text message" on a list? It would be quicker to send the text, DICKHEAD!
Anyway I am just about to put on my brown boots and my brown hoodie then head to London on the sleeper train and write things down that aren't lists. Sorting out the rubbish in my head instead of ignoring it. Just in London for a day – hitting the shops with Rhiannon and our mate Margaret. I've been too lazy to buy new clothes for a couple of years and I'm tired of looking boring. And BROWN!