Come in Kevin. Thank you, Christine. Could you bring two teas please? White no sugar, isn't it Kevin?
Can't think of anything to say really. Except same shit, different day maybe. But then, someone I know saved a life today. Or nearly. She tried. But she tries every day.
Above the mist, the grey-green ghosts of Polden elms stand silent over salted fields And somewhere overhead a heron cuts a dead straight path to shining ponds from ages past