dylan

Too much to say and too little time to say it in.
I'm alive and home though, back in the cold grey and drizzly streets of my favourite town, admittedly less in the streets and more in my new house, only the house has no central heating system and is so bloody freezing I may as well go and sit out naked on the pavement (only Stella, the slightly batty octogenarian in the house opposite who is always trying to give us mugs and lamps and small tables would probably have a heart attack and I'm not ready to add murder to my list of misdemeanours).