Tears
in the bathroom a distant memory
Last
of my stuff is being shoehorned into a van as I sit in Islington.
One door closes and another opens
I
will draft up something now. I
guess the practical side of the curriculum will have to wait. It will be fun though
Look
at you setting the maths exams
Took
a while as I only had ten fingers
Glass
fuller today?
Sola
dosis facit venenum
It’s
the Scottishy pastry philosopy guy.
Shame
you assume that about yourself
I
suppose disappointments a matter of expectation and expectations are out of your hands
Back
to life before London. Strange
little detour it has been
I
couldn’t bring myself to write your name on the front of the envelope.
Horse's mouth
They
clearly liked my ugly shoes