Saturday: Guilt. And I fear it's going to get worse before it gets better, but by the evening we were talking again, more civilised, and even sadder.

Di's birthday was a beautiful occasion, I had just two glasses of wine and some of Zoli's fantastic seafood skewers. Misty thought all her Christmases had come at once, as she worked her way around the 40 odd guests, getting them to kick the ball.
But even at such a short remove, that house was redolent with our shared memories- ...

... this is about the fourth time I've started this entry, and I just can't finish it... I wonder when things will be shiny again, not constricted and fragile...