Skyfall is where we start
A thousand miles and poles apart
When worlds collide
And days are dark
Forget 21st December, 2012. The eighth of that month was my very own Mayan apocalypse – because that’s when Miles and I separated.
Now, I like busting taboos and myths – but there are many more I cannot. The issues are too raw, too emotive, too contentious.
The only thing I can say in public is that I am focussing on myself and the children, and getting on with life as best I can. Future posts will reflect this.
Meanwhile, in the context of that and the purported apocalypse – which naturally hasn’t happened, not in the sense we thought it would anyway – in the evenings I am finding a strange prescience in the lyrics of Skyfall, recited by Adele with typical honey-rich class.
Yes, worlds collide and days are dark, but at least I’m still standing.
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