Sparkling moments full of brilliance dissolve in showers of metallic shards, getting under the skin and rubbing raw.
Like Gerald arriving home yesterday. (a quiet, uneventful afternoon on the sofa, a safe sleep, going to return to the hospital in an hour or so).
A wonder to be at home together again.
A wonder to absorb how much has changed in a week or so.
And we won, 1-all again (it's gotta be a win to draw with Italy, surely?).
I do love the good mood everyone is in when sport goes well.
L
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I heard the news today, oh boy
ReplyDeleteFour thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes
To fill the Albert Hall
Rock on Gerald, rock on.
Lots of love,
Richard.
Richard, is that to the tune of Sunday, Bloody Sunday?
ReplyDeleteLOL fail. it's the beatles, a day in the life.
ReplyDeleteHave you tried singing it? Hm?
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, sad song.
ReplyDeletePerformed radiantly by Neil Young as a final encore at The Big Day Out (2009?).
I don't sing it - not worthy!
But would recommend it as a piece to impress friends/neighbours/etc.
Maybe one day I will write an appreciation of it!
It's on Sgt Pepper's (final song) so next time you're round...