Note to Self

Next time little sister suggests watching 'Love Actually', unless your love life is flying higher than a helium balloon, freed from the clammy grasp of a small child by a wind unswervingly bound for the next ether, abstain.

I am now heading to Edinburgh with eyes that make me look like a serious pot head. The first time I saw it I cried, but only at the end. This time, every romance sodden pathos dredging scene had me reaching for the two ply.

Better head to bed and not compound the damage.

J x