It is a truth universally acknowledged that every single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. That has no bearing on anything I'm going to write I'm just having real difficulty thinking, and have done for the last two months. I've slowly come to imagine my brain turning into a big scrambled egg - and not the light and fluffy kind. (Delphie loves a bit of egg and avocado)
Chronicles of a chronic over-thinker