Seismic shifts

Lots going on in head. Confusion. Chaos. No calm round the corner.

Had the blood taken at a private hospital in Blackheath. Took it to post office - sent guaranteed next day delivery to Birmingham. Keep thinking of it sitting in some post bag getting all warm in the sun. It's supposed to go in a fridge when it gets there, til they can do the 'ovarian reserve' test, to see if I still have eggs in me.

Lots to talk about with the Prince but it's never the right time. I can't write my thoughts down honestly anymore because he could if he chose check a look at this, now he knows how to locate it. Funny that he doesn't.

Does he have any idea what seismic shifts are going on?

I think he wants to be alone with his books, newspapers, the Facebook girls, the stalker ex, the phone porn and have his independence with his old buddyroos. That's ok. I'm ready now. Is he?