January 25th 2019
Cold hits and the heater in my car has broken, scraping ice off the inside of the windscreen in the gloom. So what comes there is the Monday mornings at Sparrow's, up at 4 so I could have another night with her before driving to Greenwich and work. She'd always get up with me, despite the cold- we'd smoke on the front step and then I would spoon myself reluctantly into the dark.
White dressing gown. Relentlessly chirpy. It's good to be noticed. Good enough to be worth a two hour drive before Monday's labours.
Cold hits and the heater in my car has broken, scraping ice off the inside of the windscreen in the gloom. So what comes there is the Monday mornings at Sparrow's, up at 4 so I could have another night with her before driving to Greenwich and work. She'd always get up with me, despite the cold- we'd smoke on the front step and then I would spoon myself reluctantly into the dark.
White dressing gown. Relentlessly chirpy. It's good to be noticed. Good enough to be worth a two hour drive before Monday's labours.
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