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Yeeha! It's me birthday tomorrow. Perhaps it'll all become somewhat clearer to me now? (meaning of... and all that).

really broken

My ex brother-in-law died at 2pm today. Lymphoma. Only 41, he leaves behind three young girls, shell-shocked parents, siblings and extended family members. Today was also the day of the Race for Life cancer research fundraising event, held here in Penzance. Too late for Andrew. So sad.

broken things

Eddie's foot. the lid to the butter dish. my raku necklace. our car.

* He'll probably lose his new job, and his place on the semi-professional soccer team. Not really what you want when you've a violently ill, 4 months pregnant girlfriend you're trying to support. And you're only 19.
* The butter dish is inconsequential.
* The necklace isn't. Made by a dear friend and given to me as a gift, it slipped from my fingers to land in an unforgiving bathroom sink.
* And the bastard car was uncerimoniously scrapped today to the tune of £100.80 - a poor return for the hundreds spent keeping it vaguely on the road these past 11 months.

split pea soup

Shitty bank holiday monday (grey and wintry) not even The Sound of Music could lift the un-summer gloom. Failsafe recipe of inviting friends round for a meal hit the spot though. The alchemy of sharing food with others... golden.

blogger fatigue so soon?

It's late, I'm out of the habit. Maybe short and sweet is the new me?

12 months later...

it's been a while. a year in fact. lots has happened.
lots more hasn't.