20.11.09 Local Shop

Ring ring ring goes my mobile phone, I am on a roof in the howeling wind with the rain lashing down. The voice at the other end says "on your way home pick up 4 pints of milk and the County Press". I say OK Darling as cold rain runs inside the top of my coat and down my back. Can't wait for summer when the sun is beating down and burning my skin.

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