A series of sudden and unexpected events, eh? And they'll strain my nerves to the utmost, especially if I've spent the last few years trying to please everyone? That lets me out, as ever since I came out here to live in June of 2012 I've done exactly as I pleased, admittedly as a reaction to the time in Cambridge before then.
Does a leak in the kitchen ceiling count? Having the two cats - an event in itself, really - fight all the time? (OK, OK, so I haven't written for a long time.) Doing something to the inside of my right thigh so it hurts, but only when I walk ha ha?
More to come. Maybe.
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