A small list from the many things. The last dish I cooked; I’m only as good as that (this takes some getting used to). The small walk I take the dog on; he’s too old by far to walk further than around the block. Pointed brothel creepers. An easy, almost existential, distraction from my surroundings which irritates some. The friends I make on trains after Euston is shut who get off at Market Harborough.
inspired by Andy Wood