PEAS ON TOAST
I AM SOMETIMES PROFANE.
Friday, September 13, 2013
birthdays and winter
The window next to my desk. The gloomy London I've come to know and accept. Is back.
Stockings are out, my jazzy coloured stuff is now packed away in boxes, and my tweeds and blacks are coming out again.
I am so not ready for this.
But given it's suddenly just changed - grey, drizzly and a bit cold - I have no choice.
I have to surrender. I have to be French and take it on the chin.
Hibernation, on the eve of my birthday, has officially begun.
Peas on Toast
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