We went out in the a.m. for backing, Got reminded pretty quickly it was the Sunday nearest 11/11. We didn't retreat, not much walking recently. Any effort was going to be a big deal. It's only when We are really up against it that We resent the sight of fake red poppies anyway. Rows of medals though dude was probably not that much older than us. We couldn't completely act like nothing matters. Too many fucking ghosts.
Cooked the roast in bag chicken, par boiled then roasted the baby pots, pastry flowers and found a few carrots that were not totally bendy. Gravy. Of course.
There was discussions. As soon as We move from 'where for art thou husband' back to Wolf Queen, that is when they might let him go. Do We shut shut that shit the fuck down and only share details when very essential or let it go, up to including securing the school run for the pilot's ex's ex kids and every bodies lunches on the actual day? Can We ever really turn our back on someone that need's that much oversight? Can we actually bring it home after everything else We have already done?
The fake wedding talk when We were nuts and couldn't say anything. Automatic annulment. Stupid yanks. Don't think it's past yet if it's a thing at all outside of us. Marriage has always been a way for people who don't legally count to have a shot at existing. Sometimes it works. Not looking good though is it? It's all a lot more wolf than pug.
