Back to the — and I really don’t want to go. Just the thought of —– in the gloom
July 14, 2016 § Leave a comment
Back to the —, and I really don’t want to go. Just the thought of —– in the gloom, with her dark red hair, dancing to Dusty Springfield last night with that far away smile she always has when she is drinking Budweisers. I don’t want to drink tonight, but expect I will. I just don’t have the impetus to do all those naughty things I talk about. When it comes to it, I cannot go through with it. I just can’t be bothered. I’d rather go home and listen to Radio 3 amidst my ferns, French windows open to the dark night garden. Little spirits and will’o’th’wisps flitting between the black trees.