Planes fell out of the sky again in my dream last night...it was balanced on a tall island and then fell deeply into the ocean, breaking in half...Flames as it fell. Young One was on it...cycling journeys and trying to survive melted into an exhausting dream.

Many more exhausting events at The Building Of Betrayal. She wants and wants and wants. She thrives on angst and hates it when people are harmonious. When Bitch goes I will drink champagne..on site....and I will rejoice. That day will come. Never ever complain from the top down..it's always upwards...complain and gripe up the chain of command...
Bitch has much to learn.
Red eyes from a meeting.
Aggression in her tone.
I will never deliver or feel compassion for her.

Professional , yes.
Weeping and in need of friendship and understanding...no.

Tonight, Indecent Proposal talked as he wandered through country lanes and onto village cricket pitches.
He wants me and is ensnared by my independence, confrontation and questionning.
It's rather turned him on!

I know we will meet and I feel excited about the prospect, less than a fortnight away. The Director laments and is being careful. I will stay out of the way, yet I suspect we will meet again.

I miss the one who flirts and plays; who is across the Pennines and still I wonder if the entwining of white sheets will ever feel so comforting again...I miss that, the warmth of the sunlight and the inner yearning of what must not be.

I miss him more than he knows.

I miss him.