I threw a tantrum. I knew I was doing it. I always do. It’s a long time since I cried in a cafe. I think the last time it was in the same one. The owner who was serving us politely ignored and took herself off as quick as possible. Yesterday, the man who he first claimed that it was Rhod Gilbert, came into the room we were in and then made a sharp exit at seeing me, head in hands. He called a goodbye to us as he left. Perhaps I’d imagined an embarassment that wasn’t there and that he’d just changed his mind about where he wanted to sit. I was tired. And I’d just forgotten to unpopper my body when I went for a pee and had consequently wet myself. The said body had to be removed which involved a complex shifting of layers so as to peel it, soaking, over my head. Stupid. Stupid, stupid.
I have a head full of things that need dealing with. Where to start?
At the beginning?
