So Then I Though I'd Make Some

In My New Life, No Room For A Lost Boy.

The Sense Of Loss Is Such A Tricky One, Because We Always Feel Like Our Worth Is Tied Up Into Stuff That We Have, Not That Our Worth Can Grow With Things We Are Willing To Lose.

I Don't Feel I'm As Good A Mum As My Mum Was.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

I've Got Enough Guilt To Start My Own Religion.