For some reason talking of superannuated adolescence has reminded me to give great thanks that Peter has agreed to meet me after my appointment tomorrow for a drive down the other side of the estuary and a spot of late breakfast. Me and that bony dude with the agricultural implement hung out together for long enough for any emotional support to be largely unnecessary even if the news were not healthy, but it's an hour each way to the hospital on public transport and it would be good to do something else with the day when I get there.
I give thanks for the ever changing weather prospects and performance. It's so strange to go to sleep with a storm raging at the windows and to wake up and it's calm, the sky is streaked with watery blue and the birds tweeting updates to all around. I give thanks for being able to enjoy the drama without any crises, for being (mostly) warm and dry throughout the storms and for a Centre Point advertisement reminding me not to be smug about being snug...
Also for the golden hour which brings autumn colours to the tree outside even when the branches are bare...they won't keep still in the breeze though!
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