We visited the in-laws last week....
There is plenty to say about that.
Most of it I have said before.
It just gets worse.
Last night we set off for Darlston, London.
To a busy road
Not unlike Broad street
To a door in a wall
Down some stairs
How could I tell?
Along the street were many such doors indicating a partitioning of something large and underground.
Drainage pipes along the ceilings.
We had come to see my son's band Mirrorhall.
The frantic push through Saturday night London.
On the long road home
The temperature dropped and I began to get really cold.
Really cold on a motorbike
Feels like cold water is being poured under your clothes.
The M40 is an expanse of darkness.
No street lights
No cat's eyes.
Got home at 3:30 AM and slept until 12.