tales from an ordinary world

2002-12-26

It was nearly the kind of day that yesterday should've been - warm enough to sit outside for a while in the early evening, shaking the afternoon's wine from my head with a coffee. I hung on the washing line talking about PC crud with my Dad. I sat on the grass and listened to Mum. I packed my things to set off for the station. "You know you can stay tonight," they said. "I know. But I've got to work tomorrow, and I need the exercise." I do, and I did. I touched the orange Singapore Airlines security sticker, the one that'd been on top of the bag since August, and hauled myself out of the door and up the street.