a fronst, bum that will not do the Dafodils much good.
in the kitchen I look down and ponder just how many weeks it will take me to put up the shelf. Or where?
I sit down for breakfast and admire the fire place.
but before you know it, it is time to pick up the keys and leave the house.
My it is cold out.
I’m at the moment going through a period of walking through the town center.
It is no warmer at the station. I get a seat and begin reading once more.
At Walsall I find my usual seat. For some reason though the trian I just go off hasn’t left straight away.
My finers get cold and I’m
so glad when train two turns up.
Sitting comfortably I flick throught the story and the pages fly by.
And so for now I stop at this chapter.
At work someone has died. For some reason they had stashed lots of mints and they had been borught into work for us to munch on. I ate three packets. I was greedy, but I did have fresh breath.
On the way home I got off at Thame Bridge Parkway. Noticable the lamp I usually stand under isn’t on.
tonight for the first time it is light enough to read by the evening sky.
However when I get off at Cannock it is bitterly cold. Thankgod I’m wearing my old Burton snowboarding jacket to keep me warm.
And the sky is clear, a sure sign it will be very cold tonight. And with that I close my door , make me enough curry for two nights and settle in with Fallout 4 again.