So drained. So overwhelmed. All I can think about right now is how I don’t have any pictures of Olive and me together. And now there will start to be pictures of Olive and The New and Horrible One. And that really, really depresses me.
There is something both hilarious and terrible about being in tears for most of the evening while a movie called ‘LOL’ plays in the background (the French original, not the Miley Cyrus remake, for the record).
Here’s hoping my face isn’t too puffy for interactions with Camilla Lackberg tomorrow. Because apparently my current tactic in the Game of Briar’s Life is throwing myself into more work than is sensible.
I miss my darling Lolla. I miss that whole part of my then-life, those evenings and afternoons on the Shore. The first Gecko Press book I ever bought was a present for her. Zou and the Box of Kisses. I organised the presents, then, I made the suggestions. One of her particularly precious toys is a stuffed zebra. So it was perfect.
And now I’m down-country, and there’s going to be a new name tagged onto Dom’s name when he goes visiting his sisters, and it absolutely breaks my heart. More than anything else, in this moment, to be honest . I haven’t yet been able to bear putting up the pictures that I have from her and Felix.
Did you know that among all the rest of the eateries, Cuba Street is home to two cafes that happen to be called Olive and Felix? And remember that the daily newspaper in Wellington is the Dominion Post – AKA the Dom?
Escape in the form of someone new really needs to come and sweep me off my feet with Camera Obscura songs, or something.