Wearing alpaca socks ...

I'm wearing alpaca socks, lolling in my chair, snuffling and shivering - 

I went to bed last night sneezing and melancholy - 

I half expected to wake up in a sanatorium overlooking an alpine pasture - 

Whilst Anne and Penelope walked under leafless trees, I read a short story by China Mieville -

Icebergs floated above a strange London - 

I made myself a soothing bumper of honey and lemon - 

I remembered my mum tucking me into a chair bed in front of the Ferguson - 

I'd watch Wells Fargo from my burning pillow - 

10.30

Tuesday 20 December 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset