Brighton Foreshore 19C
My partner is going into panic mode over the coronavirus and it’s driving me nuts. He bought 3 bags of dried split peas that we almost never eat, and we drove to 2 places to buy a couple boxes of ammo. He’s talking about packing up and driving us to his parents’ house in the desert if things get crazy and it’s stressing me out. There are no cases of the virus in our county. I get he’s scared, and I feel for him. But he’s really stressing me out.
So the Les Mis Staged Concert finally finally finally aired at my local cinema and the excitement of seeing it motivated me to finally finally finally finish the floofy 1800s shirt I‘ve had on my sewing to-do list for too long to admit to so that I could be That Extra.