Friday, November 02, 2018

One Minute


So it is morning, I pack my bag, eat my breakfast


and consider what the day may hold.


ooh that is pretty.


At 5 I leave work and head on up the M6, one minute later I’m at a home, from home, that isn’t home. And actually I’m tired, as the weather was particularly gruesome all the way up.Thankgod the car is brand new with good tyres on it. And so here in Kilmarnock I lay my head.

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