Notification of my Watermouth accommodation arrived this morning: a single room, no. 64, in Wollstonecraft Hall at £14.65p a week.
Robert & Carol are descending this weekend bringing Carol’s older sister Hannah and her husband Dominic, so the house will be in chaos.
I feel oddly dissatisfied, self-critical, cheap somehow. Don’t ask me how or why but I do. How can I explain? It has something to do with always being regarded as the “kid brother.” My own interests and enthusiasms feel false, that’s all. I don’t know why.
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