I am in Brighton with Charlie and another man - possibly Gareth, he real life boyfriend. I am in a bad mood, and feel jealous and ignored. It is nighttime, a cosy wintry darkness.
I am in the book section of a charity shop. There is a book of old ghost stories, beautiful illustrations in full colour. There is some kind of plastic sleeve on each page, causing the pages to crinkle. This puts me off buying it. The woman I am with feels the same.
A room with lots of other people. One of them is a woman I went to Langley College with 31 years ago. I think it is odd I have known her for 31 years - but then I think I don't really know her that well.
Charlie needs to take a bath - I need to leave. Light under the door from the bathroom. An image of Charlie in some kind of nightie. A large room dominated by some kind of gargantuan dresser. The surface has small cube-shaped spaces. I think if I lived here in this house it would immediately turn messy. An image of putting something in the cube space - perhaps a piece of paper?
Talking to Flick about the charity shops on Brighton. I refer to one as 'The Sydney's - a colloquial name. I say it is good but a bit overpriced.
Outside again with Charlie and the possible-Gareth. I want to communicate with Charlie I am jealous and unhappy - I am not sure I am jealous and unhappy because of their relationship - but because I do not have one. I think, what would be the point of talking to Charlie about this? I have talked to her at length about being terminally single before, but nothing ever changes
The wintry night is mysterious.
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