Noble Steed.

Here she is. My love, my light. I never see her it feels like but she loves her wild playground, I couldn't bring her to my flat it wasn't fair, she would hate it, she has forgotten how close we were she doesn't run over like she used to, but I'm glad. I am glad she does not cry for me like she did, she is content, so I am content. I am graced by her presents now and then (and usually cry because I miss her chunky tum and wiggly bum.) How lame am I.

On my way to work, will be working till six, gonna be dark when I get home, could cry.

I hope your day is as bright as this British freezing winter morning.