I’ve eaten my lunch and now I’m going for a walk in the
sodden landscape. It’s too wet to carry on with the autumn clearance work in
the garden, and there’s nothing urgent to be done in the house.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a welcome visitor, somebody I
could talk to without having to assume a role, somebody I like and who likes me
for what I am, somebody who understands that underneath this moody, complex,
demanding exterior is a decent bloke who wants to communicate – frankly and
without hidden or conditioned agendas. Not much chance of that.
Fuck it! Sorry, expletives come easily when I’m pissed off.
There, have another one.
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