Twenty-ninth

Dear July,
I am very sick. It turns out the sore throat I thought I’d beaten was actually just the run up for a cold proper. So that hit me like a freight train last night and now I feel like death. I don’t want to be sick. I want to spend the weekend writing and seeing friends and then dive headfirst into work on Monday.
Instead I am groggily trying to write a bunch of these ridiculous blogs so at least I am up to date with those. Because it’s almost August and I need to post all these letters before the calendar ticks over. That’s the rules. Boyfriend often reminds me that these rules (and all the weird blogging rules I have) are self-imposed. That there actually aren’t any rules and I can do whatever I like. He’s very smart. I reward him for being smart by ignoring him and continue writing pointless rambly blogs while so souped up on cold tablets that I’m having trouble focusing. Blogging is great. Love to blog.

Alex x

I’m posting a blog for every day in July. Letters to July was inspired by Emily Diana Ruth.

Further reading

December – home

I spent the first minutes of 2018 on the beach. I’ve never actually spent New Year