A 2nd boar

And the 2nd boar is restored to his post. He has a line around his middle where he is fixed on, but he's back and he looks like he's just woken up and wants to chat. I wonder what he will turn out to be, and I wonder what will happen to my gullible king's kingdom?

The last few years have been hard, much has changed in my life and some of what made that change wasn't nice. I'm in a better place now. In some ways I have more in my life than I ever expected to have. I just read this article and it ended with a paragraph that strikes a particular chord with me:

"I still don’t know what love is, but I know it’s not warm and fuzzy feelings – it’s actions, it’s what you do. I still like men, I love male company, I have some great friends. I still want to love and be loved. There have been new relationships since I left, but men scare me a little. It’s going to be a special guy who takes my guard down – who will be patient as I flap about in the big blue yonder, and panic. I hope I meet him. But I’m not a half, looking for my whole. I don’t need looking after. But to lean in a little, we all need that. The way I see it, any man worth my time is already a feminist; he may not think of it that way, but he is. Decent men respect women, have got that whole macho v masculine thing figured out. I take heart from my favourite Maya Angelou quote: “I’ve been female for a long time now. I’d be stupid not to be on my own side.”

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/apr/28/i-had-the-courage-to-leave-an-abusive-relationship