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Back out on the field today to record chapter 12 of the stone clearing podcast. It was misty and cold and I felt grumpy about the idea of having to clear a field of stones. Whose idea even was this? And how did they rope me into it? But after 40 minutes of clearing stones I felt happy again. Because this is where I belong. This is who I am. This will be the work that defines me.
Or maybe I was just cheered up by the thoughts I had about toothless old women.
Anyway, in the chess game that is stone clearing, I took a few pieces today.
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It was my 12th Valentine’s Day with my wife and I believe that means she was owed 2048 Ferrero Rocher chocolates.
She didn’t even get one.
The mistake she made was to marry me. Which as I understand it absolves me from all responsibilities towards her. There’s no way out of this thing for her now.
We did take each other out though, going to see The Favourite. It’s pretty good. It will probably win some awards. I didn’t know much about Queen Anne, but hand-banging aside it didn’t look like much fun being queen (hope they use that as a poster quote) and it was good to step away from superhero themed blockbusters (though in a way Queen Anne was a superhero with the super power of being a fucking nightmare). Good to see Nicholas Hoult’s continued rise to superstardom. He auditioned for (and turned down) a role in “You Can Choose Your Friends†and there was no doubt back then that he’d be a big star.
Then we went for dinner and Catie drank my kir royale as well as her own. I have not been missing booze or chocolate at all and was slightly surprised to realise that I’d done 45 days without either. But I didn’t worry too much about the diet tonight and allowed myself a bit of pudding and some cheese.
These six hours away from the kids, behaving like grown ups, was a precious gift, more valuable than an exponentially increasing number of testicle shaped sweetmeats. And it’s good to still be in love with my wife eleven years after that first Valentine’s Day. Who knew where our crazy love would lead us? Where will we be in eleven years time? Living inside a Ferrero Rocher pyramid obvs.
