earthdreamery

By earthdreamer

Hard Landings

On a day of black ice, on the moor and on the roads. 

I'm nursing a considerable number of grazes and bruises.

Feeling rather sorry for myself, plans had to be abandoned and I let Forrest look after me. We watched Martin Scorcese's Irishman. It was every bit as compelling as I expected it to be. I found myself feeling grateful for the big-screen television that Forrest brought with him and we somehow made room for when he moved into the flat. He knows now he's never getting it back!

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