It feels a bit abandoned round here. I wonder if anyone still comes here? It's a bit like coming back to your old home after being away for yonks and everything looks run down, deserted, not very inviting. It's cold and if you crunch on the gravel, you'll make me jump...
The statement about the owner of this blog isn't very promising either. Looks like it's time to scrub the walls and get rid of some of that grafitti. Remind me to bring some old gloves, a bucket of water and a good stiff brush when I come by tomorrow. It's getting dark now, with rain threatening, so I'm going to duck out of that task for tonight.
I've got the flat to myself for a week. Bud's in England. (Now work that one out...) It's really quite strange. On the one hand, it feels deliciously free. On the other hand it feels sort of empty. I think I'll savour both. I've just spoken to him on the phone and he sounds relaxed and happy. His warmth transmitted easily down the line. It feels good to be here now. And now, I'm going to take a quick walk over to your place(s) for five or ten minutes. And then I really, seriously am going to start wafting around on the web in search of books and docs for course assignment I've got just six weeks to write! Yikes....
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