Wednesday, July 25, 2012. Aurora returns - tentatively dipping her toe in very muddy waters. This last year, which was meant to be the turning point in my life, the point at which I was to throw off the old and on with the new, has turned out to be no better, and possibly far worse, than that which had gone before. Another lesson learnt is that most people are two-faced, disloyal, expedient and thoroughly unpleasant? I have.

On Goodbyes and Letting Go. Jamie, 10 Years Later. Deegeefee on Breaking The Silence. Kim on Breaking The Silence. Deegeefee on Breaking The Silence. Deegeefee on Breaking The Silence.

Mundane mootings of a moody moo. Then, at the end of July, I was in southern France in a remote rural gite watching the opening ceremony on a tiny, wonky tv screen and the twinkle started twinkling. I started to perk up a bit. But not enough to watch much in the first few days. And at this very moment I experienced full-on Olympic love again.

I had acupuncture twice this week to help my body process the toxins, as my poor over worked organs were taking a hammering and the toxins were manifesting in awful ways, with skin rashes, spots, heat and itchiness. I went to the Elect.