Today was a weird day. A weird experience. I went, all by myself, I thought very brave, to the Devonport Food and Wine festival. At first everything was ok, lots of people lots of photo opportunities. But at a certain point I found myself sitting in the grass listening to a not very good Pacific boy band with a venison sausage in one hand (ofcourse they ruined the sausage by adding flour to it, yugh!) and half a glass of Rose in my other while I was crying. The tears really streamed down my face. And somehow in this very happy surroundings no one noticed it, I was completely invisible. I might as well have been dead. Is this going to be my future?