My. Even THM has started posting again.
I have written nothing this summer. I left my notebook at home when we went to Spain. Granada and the Alhambra are lost to memory.
Yesterday; Hyde Park, 99 Flake, the Memorial Fountain. The water was clear cold. Later we cook a meal we ate on holiday, and then you watch the terrible programme I love and spin me around the half landing in happy mockery of my delight.
I can't get enough of you, my chin on your sharp collarbone.
I have written nothing because all I want to write is you. And who wants to read that but me?