Today is my 14th wedding anniversary, and the first one since Corinna died. It’s a weird feeling, and I’m not going to try and analyse it too deeply, but I think that for the first time in my life I understand the meaning of the word “bittersweet“.
Thank you for fifteen lovely years
Fast forward a few hours and I do a surprisingly lucid interview whilst wrestling the duvet from a dog and three cats and being involuntarily off my tits on quetiapine.
Yesterday I had a visit from a nice bunch of lads from a company making a big cat documentary for Amazon Prime.
We are facing what all sorts of people choose to call a DYSTOPIAN FUTURE (I am over indulging in my use of capitalisation because so does everyone else who are trying to emphasise how DYSTOPIAN our FUTURE is likely to be).
This is not going to go down in the annals of history as one of the most successful weeks in the life of Jonathan Downes.
For some months I have been joking that the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex would be named Lilith, because their son was named Archie, and I have a dog called Archie and a cat called Lilith (Lily for short).