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There are days when I want to re-write my life. Then I realise I wouldn't have met Peter, so I stop wanting a re-write. There really isn't a need to wish for imaginary glitter - not when you know you don't like glitter in the first place.

Pete's away on a family holiday, and I miss him.

Hello, you. Am I back? I really don't know. I have a new laptop, though. An Acer 1682WLMi called Ingrid. She sits on the kitchen table we never use for eating, and I create databases for work on her.

So I may be back.