Lollng in my chair like a cosseted darling, I watched him working -
Soon there was a pile of dark greenery heaped up on the drive -
Anne and I were still getting over our colds -
I finished reading Chuck Palahniuk's Non Fiction -
I thought about America, with its savagery and melancholy, its strange futures -
Max gathered up his brutal tools -
It was late afternoon -
Later, we rang my parents - my mum still remembered the party -
I'm making my sandwiches my dad said - getting them out of the way -
He said these words every afternoon at half past four -
Tuesday April 6 2016
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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