When I'm working hard I find it hard to come home to those who don't. Enjoyed fitting walnut units yet each evening was brutalised by others hunger, barely got a nap. Waynes funeral dragged many out, all isolated individuals unsure of thier role or connection to each other, only sure of thier connections to the one who wasn't there. Today I woke thinking we were going to a wedding, my partner couldn't cope. Dean arrives tommorrow, wonder what he will think of village life. 
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