[Sundae]

Well now.
It seems to be wrong moving on so quickly from death to life. It didn't feel like that in the course of hours though.

Saturday was the day when the K social club opened. It was a big deal. Limes was woven into the very carpet of it; it could not have happened without her. So of course I wanted to be there too. And it was catered. Blimey, I can't think of a more relevant wake for Brianna. Apart from the fact that the woman wasn't there. Damn, she was never present in reality, how come she's so absent in my life now?

Mr & Mrs Limey went to the social club at about 18.00.
I knew there'd be nothing for me to do other than sit and drink. So I agreed to get the bus about 20.00. I was all ready to leave - dressed to impress and the house in decent condition - at about 19.40. I decided I would set off on foot.

Okay I am wearing my slightly stack-heeled boots, but I wore them up to Glasgow and found them damned comfortable. And I had Lola's torch (flashlight) to light the way. I even had an umbrella because that night the rain was light and there was very little wind.

Perfick.

AH. No.
Bus went past me outside the Creamery (cheese factory)
I lost my perspective. I was so close to the hall, and having successfully beaten the bus I started casting the torch further ahead. Missed the deep and muddy pothole by my feet. There was a sickening lurch as I fell into it. I wanted to cry. I'd made a real effort that night and I'd walked nearly two miles and I was sober and all that. And yet I was going to turn up at the door as a shambling wreck.

I held my tears in.
I got to the door.
Mr Limey greeted me and was appalled by my injuries. Most of which were dealt with by a trip to the Ladies to be honest.

Limey was already on stage. Mr Limey got me a drink and steered me into the hall.
I was punctured, but happy. Twas a good evening.