there was something else in the dream (but horsemouth can't remember it). he thinks the orange is the orange of the sun.
a frankly exhausted horsemouth limps towards the finishing line (he hopes he makes a good job of it). he tends to hear nimrod in his head when he wakes up these days.
it's the greyish morning of horsemouth's father's funeral. people will be up early and travelling from all over. the day could easily turn out to be a good one (weather wise). horsemouth has been up he has watered the plants in the green house (the tomatoes doing well, the cucumbers less so).
he made himself a tomato/ spring onion/ bolted spinach salad last night. his brother and his family are here. he can hear people bumping round the house (soon the day will begin).
lots of tea and toast. leave here at 10am. funeral home 10.15. crematorium 11. village hall 12.30.
last night he went with his brother to check out the village hall. they laid out a table with some memorabilia of his dad's. david once went there for a young farmers' disco (yes they played come on eileen).
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