SATURDAY 8 NOVEMBER
Snout
From now until Spring, it's a mole-like existence, with working days spent tunnelled deep and no idea what the sun is doing. So surfacing on Saturday to find it's not doing very much, lost above a roof of purple rain-clouds, is a bit disappointing. The cold and wet on your skin, though, on your dripping snout protruding from the ambit of your umbrella, do tell you you're alive.
4 comments:
Sympathy.
Get well soon! Hope some sunshine appears again to improve our mood, there and here.
Oh dear. Do take care of yourself. Hot soup and tea. If I were there I'd bring it to you.
stay warm (and DRY!) and feel better soon!
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