Leftwing Idiot’s been away for the last few weeks, making a film. He got back earlier today.

I’ve written before about the challenges of being in the flat on my own at night. Right now it’s the opposite that’s worrying me. I’m making a lot of noise and I’m very aware that Poppy and Leftwing Idiot are trying to sleep in the other room.

I know they’re both pretty used to my noise and will understand, but despite this, disturbing them is really preying on my mind as I writhe about howling “Fuck!”.