Communicative, 72 year old, 19 stone plumber at Henry's. The last type of person I needed today. But he did fix my hoover. Has a boat moored somewhere and talked incessantly.
Blair at the Iraq Inquiry. In the background as I clean up for the weekend. From sadness comes extreme activity and from activity, a little shine. As I wrung out my mop at the kitchen sink I saw a blackbird, a robin and a shower of snowflakes. Go away I said to the last one.
Henry was vodka quiet. Got no-one to go out with tomorrow night he said. No I can't I said. His parting shot was sweet. Get hammered darling.
No way will I get hammered. Might jump someone though and get in a pillow fight.
Now... Tea soaked sugar...:)
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What a day - ended by snow? Our bit of the white stuff melted. The rain is gone right now. Its just me and nice cup of tea.
Jerry from the West Coast
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