I figured out the mobile connection thingy, so I am now communicating with you with no actual physical connection. Wheee!
I’ve finished reading about Lord Peter and Harriet, and it’s put me in a very odd mood. Problem with fiction is you get these relationships that may not actually be possible in real life. Like Lizzy and Darcy, or like Briget and Mark, or Lord Peter and Harriet. Problem is, I’ve very rarely come across one where everything was both so right (in a we were meant for each other kind of way) and where the feelings involved to make it difficult were so like my own. So now I’m depressed in an elated sort of way (makes not much sense), and don’t know what to do about it. I suppose there’s nothing I can do. Reread the books would be good, but I’m not sure that wouldn’t just make it worse. I resent Sayers now, she’s seriously upset my sense (however false) of equilibrium.
And I badly need to go home and be by myself and sort my brain out, and the first bus is not until 2 pm and takes three hours to get me home. Help!