sunday

a little quieter, not so chilly. a beautiful sunrise. tim and i cheated the morning a little and shared a lift to the farm, a somewhat guilty pleasure driving with the heater on through the empty streets. andy fowler is in town and came by for a coffee around close. i spent the late afternoon on the couch watching press gang episodes, marvelling at the mad crush i used to have on dexter fletcher. i am treading very gingerly through my days..