Well, beloved friends, it is Saturday again, and I am writing this with my back against the sea-wall and the sea at my toes and a coffee in my hand, and this I think is exactly what I didn’t really dare to hope– or even imagine– moving to the seaside would be like. The sky is a very pale blue at the edges and a soft pigeon-y gray overhead and there is enough of a wave to the sea to feel wild. I would take you a photo but I think it’s easier to imagine in the writing, don’t you? There are gulls drifting about in the sky and the sea and the jetty is all green with moss. The wind is soft. I am writing to you from the sea.
Do you ever get that thing where you realise your life is really real? Perhaps you don’t, but! It’s this feeling where you suddenly realise this is it, you are living it, you are living the only one of these you get, at least the only one of these you get as yourself as you are right now, and this is all really happening in the way it is all happening? Reading this back I think I sound a little off-kilter, but what I am trying to convey is the sense of being extremely kiltered (?): extremely, in this minute, connected to the stones of the sea-wall and the stones of the beach and the sound of the waves and the keyboard and the gulls. I cannot believe we just moved to the sea and now we have lived here for two months! I cannot believe we are really here! But we are and it’s true and I suppose what I am saying is that I feel very real, which is a good time, I think, to thank you all for your continued support of You Get In Love And Then..?, which makes me feel both surreal and happy that this can be my job. Thank you, pal, it’s really nice to have you.
I am writing a book, at the moment, which I thought I had completely consigned to the scrap heap at least a year ago. It has been the grimmest process, this book, in that
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