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I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.

All my life I have wanted to go to bed with - no, have a relationship with - a musician: I'd want her to write songs at home, and ask me what I thought of them, and maybe include one of our private jokes in the lyrics, and thank me in the sleeve notes, maybe even include a picture of me on the inside cover, in the background somewhere, and I could watch her play live from the back, in the wings ...

It's not a case of the glass being half full or half empty; more that we tipped a whole half-pint into an empty pint pot.

"I'm sorry," he said after a while. "It's just, you know ... It just seemed like such a normal day. I didn't think I'd come home to find my whole life had changed."
I didn't say anything. But I could have pointed out that most life-changing days happen without you expecting them. I've spent half my life expecting the worst, and it never happens. But on the day it does, it'll knock me flat on my back anyway.