With broadband out of action this blogs been neglected. So in the interests of keeping it ticking over, something previously posted in lieu of something new.
Another example of that slippery character inspiration not knowing when it’s time to go to bed. Just about to put my head down this particular night when a face and then a name pops up from the past. Then I have the first two lines pop up. I had to sit up in bed, well propped up on an elbow, until I had most of it.
The inspiration leapt through from the end of a former life, where the other hinted at here, through no fault of hers, led to me leaving London in ’95. Though I’d never liked the place so in some ways it felt like escaping to come home. Well it was definitely coming home. And an escape, though not a lucky one.
63. A sleepy ambush. (December ’14)
Sometimes you’ve got to hate the online,
For it can bring your past to life,
Where before you…
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