Things are changing in Wildhorse World. There’s more movement between selves or something. There’s some jostling for position, some wrangling for power, and it’s quite unsettling at moments. I haven’t been around as much as usual in the last 48 hours. I can’t really remember this morning, for instance. I know that there was music, because I’ve just had to turn it off (I can’t listen to it, it sounds discordant to me, I like to have the news on). And some cleaning has happened, and a parcel of books has arrived. I hope they get read.

Did I really just spend a week in Suffolk? I *know* I did, but I can’t currently believe it, I can’t currently think about it.

How strange all this is.

(You’re an evil little liar)