Long distance cutie, and a potentially awkward situation

I was watching this morning's live AFL match earlier (my Saints weren't playing, their game is tomorrow, but I like the sport in general and watch as many games I can), and found myself almost swooning. In the crowd I saw an absolutely, heartbreakingly, gorgeous boy. Even if he lived close to me I'd have no chance of getting to meet him, but the fact that he evidently lives in Australia makes it even more impossible. The miracles of modern technology, or something like that.
K texted me a couple of hours ago, asking about my plans to see her graduation ceremony next week, and it appears that my ex, who I knew would be going, unsurprisingly, has booked the same hotel as me for the trip. It's not that I hate her, or anything - our divorce was reasonably amicable, or, at least, not ridiculously traumatic - but our lives have been separate for seven years now, apart from matters pertaining to K, and I haven't anything to say to her these days, really, not least when I struggle to talk to anyone now because of my aphasia. It looks like I'll be keeping a low profile in 'uni-town'.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Graduate!

Some good news, for once - K has had her uni results, and she's got a 2:1. She's pleased - she was rather nervously pessimistic the last time we discussed her prospects - and I'm pleased, of course, but my main concern is that she's satisfied and happy with the outcome. Her education has been for her, and for her benefit, as far as I'm concerned, not for the benefit from my basking in her reflected glory. My girl is a graduate! Good times!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Hopelessness beckons

Johnson is odds-on favourite to be the new Prime Minister, Farage is lurking in the wings, Trump is even more egregiously vile than ever, the world is being raped by the rapacious oligarchy. And I still haven't got a boy in my life, and no chance of having one. Drinking myself to death seems to be the only answer.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Sometimes, aphasia is bad....

....but sometimes it's a nightmare. With Trump's state visit to the UK, there are so many things I want to express, but my damaged brain just won't cooperate. I'm left with nothing but unspeakable frustration - and that last sentence has taken me thirty minutes to say. 

Love & best wishes to all

Sammy B