here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
Thursday 5 October 2006
it is cold and wet. i am cold and wet. my jeans were wet to the knees and i didn't even walk in puddles. now i'm home, with the heat on, a mug of cocoa and feeling ill. and i'm supposed to be going away this weekend. bah, it's looking like no what with the coming on cold and the soreness of physio i will be here. and andrew is away friday night. pants. it's looking like a night of sean connery films.