I have been quite, to use a ridiculous phrase, emotionally labile this week.

The first few days I was quite subdued, just from feeling tired and overwhelmed by weddingy stuff. Then I had a day when I was totally manic, but since then I’ve been a bit up and down.

Dog tired, which J says is just the diving, and kinda needing to make some sense of things in a way I haven’t been able to yet.

I have been dreaming about drawing, among other things. Also, my childhood home, and the area around it, has featured a few times.

The night before the wedding I dreamed that all my teeth were loose, so that I had to keep my mouth clamped tightly shut to stop them falling out.