the end of sleep manifests itself as an urge to go to da loo. Nothing else, return to bed, it is a holiday, a free day, another day off early rising and going to the railway in the near-light mornings.
The son comes into the bed, he is cold from sitting up playing with computers and things, fixing a Sun.
Cuddle, he is ten, in a few years he will not do this anymore.
get up, it is raining and greyskied. Drip sounds from the skylight, and from the window ledges. Rain on the first of may, all the bavarians doing their maypole errections in the wet.
Perhaps they will put off the first of may for the next weekend.
The son is on some computer, listening and watching stampy lingoes, or something, playing games on a computer somewhere else. By the sound of it, Britain.
Make the coffee for the morning, take a cup, and write this.
Think about the things that I need to do.
doDo
extincted burd.
The son comes into the bed, he is cold from sitting up playing with computers and things, fixing a Sun.
Cuddle, he is ten, in a few years he will not do this anymore.
get up, it is raining and greyskied. Drip sounds from the skylight, and from the window ledges. Rain on the first of may, all the bavarians doing their maypole errections in the wet.
Perhaps they will put off the first of may for the next weekend.
The son is on some computer, listening and watching stampy lingoes, or something, playing games on a computer somewhere else. By the sound of it, Britain.
Make the coffee for the morning, take a cup, and write this.
Think about the things that I need to do.
doDo
extincted burd.
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