The early Saturday morning Wellington just after opening their doors. I must insist on my freedom
August 31, 2016 § Leave a comment
The early Saturday morning Wellington just after opening their doors. I must insist on my freedom. More free time to take myself off when I want. If she can give me the £— a week instead of £— I can break even. Now it seems my great battle is against financial ruin. Like the English Patient wind that men send armies to fight against. Once I fought for my survival against society, now it is finance. It is the cost of living that is threatening to crush me now. Perhaps we should live more separate lives—the absence making our hearts grow fonder again.