Dear diary,
We’ve just found the centre of hell. It is called Madrid.
This week Matt had to go on a business trip to Salamanca in Spain and I would join him as his lovely assistant / escort service / girlfriend. And so we took off on a sunny Sunday to fly to Madrid. The minute we set foot on the soil of this so-called metropolitan, things started to go really not so good.
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They grow up before you know it, don’t they? Kittens, I mean.
It feels like it was only yesterday when we welcomed that little black-and-orange furrball into our home. She was so small, I mean, really tiny, even for a kitten. Playful, but cautious, funny, excited and easily content. Now, all of a sudden, according to our family calendar, she’s six months old, and therefore she’s ready to get sterilised.
Although of course she did grow tremendously in the past few months, it still seems so soon to let the vet perform surgery on something the cat isn’t even aware of yet. She’s so small and vulnerable. She’s still just a kid.
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7:30 AM. Time to wake up and welcome the new day. Except my body doesn’t seem to want to. Nor do my eyes and head in particular. Come to think of it, my mind doesn’t want to either.
8:00 AM. Still in bed when Matt comes back from his shower.
“Don’t you think you should come out of bed?”
“Meeeeh…”
“No really, come, I have made you a cup of coffee.”
“I don’t want coffee. I want nothing. My head hurts.”
“Please, Cecile…”
“Then why don’t you just fuck off?”
And off to work he goes.
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Last night I felt a spark of creativity. Sadly I had nothing to direct it to. On the other hand, I felt like spending some quality time with Matt. Putting one and one together, I enthusiastically suggested: “Let’s do something creative together, anything you like: designing a board game, planning the perfect murder, a new clothing line… Anything goes, as long as it’s creative and together with you…”
Thinking I had just uttered my best plan ever, I expected a happy face and a never-ending list of ideas from Matt. But no such thing. Instead Matt’s face dropped.
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