Yes, it’s exciting. Everything is exciting. My new job is superb. Later this week I have to go to the Committee on Alternatives to Switch-Off for NIZoners. A few of us have already started negotiating via dataserve messages. And at the bar last night we talked about what it would be like for everybody if we ditched switch-off. More and more people are against it now. But what I can’t work out is whether they’re prepared to put up with disease as a way of controlling population. A bit of a brutal way of looking at it, I know, but it is a reality. I’m getting so much chance to see these sorts of things now.
And it’s great having my kid brother on the block. We’re meeting up every now and then, when our work’s not taking us away. He’s doing well. He seems to have grown up such a lot. It’s done him good to get away from home, though he misses the countryside, I think. He’s actually a really nice sort of guy, even if he is totally disorganised.
And behind all of this that exciting feeling that any moment, Julien might contact me. And I ask myself, is he thinking about me? Is he missing me like I’m missing him? Before I go to sleep I think about him and as soon as I wake up, he’s in my head again. I remember what he smells like. He uses a very masculine body salve when he changes from being Mrs Kettle. I’m almost tempted to buy some to remind myself of him.
I suppose it’s called “being in love”. I’m sure my pulse is racing virtually all the time. This is far more dramatic than what happened with Kaleem. That was deep and sweet. This is sexy and exciting. The extra mystery is great. It gives me something to look forward to, something to get up for every day. It really is adding spice to my life.