I felt full of it yesterday. I do sometimes. It almost embarasses me. It is a flowing, an over flowing of the milk of human kindness. It is non-specific, though yesterday it was directed to those I engaged with in the coffee shop and then those in the Arts Centre. Did they feel it? Did it make them shrink from me? I hope not. And today? I’m a little scratchy, to be honest. Bless him, he takes the brunt.
