Sense and nonsense about lots of l's: life, lust, language, love, lazyness, laments, lullabies, lumberjacks and lorries.

Saturday, May 12

The birds are already singing and for once it's not the seagulls. They start screaming at 6.
The two minutes between coming home and going to bed are used for this: saying hello and making a promise I won't keep. I will write more, talk less.

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Tough luck - ten days passed since that promise was made. :-) Still love the blog, though, and still regret we never met. Hope the novel is coming along better. If it isn't: go, go, pick it up - your writing's too good for a once-a-month diary entry.

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