monday tuesday

what did monday look like for horsemouth?

well the morning he just farted about until 11 and then he was off to see enza. he just made the earlier train and so got there a little early he hung around outside the hospital. a tibetan lama walked past (with an entourage of two) and he wandered back. 

earlier there had been a little girl with a plastic trumpet on the train 'hello ello ello ello'  she kept saying, 'you can blow the trumpet as loud as you want when you get off the train' said her mum. 

later (after lunch) himself and enza and michelangelo were up the park where they bumped into suke. the masses were out (partying like it was summer). rollerblading, skateboarding, cycling. running, sunbathing, walking their dogs, stopping off for a pint, pushing babies in prams. 

eventually horsemouth returned via the train. and the sun shone. and still the people partied like it was summer already. 

what will tuesday look like for horsemouth?

well he has nothing booked. (ok he tells a lie, he has something booked for the morning). 

the weather will be getting progressively better each day. 

how is he to interpret the heron in the back garden?

he bought/ sought more books this visit - perhaps his collecting aversion is over and he is back into the sunny uplands of building a library. he's even reading at a decent pace (helped by lots of tube journeys admittedly). 

he's up. his brother is back. last night pizza and a half-glass of beer.