Starts as fun, ends up being myself as usual
It’s nice to be outside. For limited periods. Like once a fortnight, for eight minutes tops. But sometimes, there’s an outdoor wedding, a picnic, a cat-in-a-drain rescue – that sort of thing – and you have to put aside your feelings of doom and just go…or people will suspect you have some sort of phobia … More Starts as fun, ends up being myself as usual