This is really happening. (I think I've used that before...)
Anyway: Blair arrived from New York in Sydney this morning.
He gets here on Sunday.
As you can see, I have relinquished exclamation marks, knowing they would fail to express fully my inner-happy dance. I've become a little frenetic and alert, if I may be frank, as well as teary and fearful.
I'm nothing if not attuned to melodrama.
I haven't seen him in 11 years, and since then I've had part of my wrist attached to my face. That could have been better articulated...
Here's a tune just for him.
What should I wear when we three (Mick, Suzi and I) meet him at the train station?
I was thinking a look of quiet desperation with a librarian-flapper twist.
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