Back in love with sanctuary

Despite the cratered seediness of my brain I can still see some value in it. There is a freedom in saying to yourself it is ok to be too tired to drive home tonight. It is ok to say tonight I will not fossick in this strange kitchen for inadequate dinner, I will buy something cheap and greasy to putty over the seedy craters.

In fact it is lovely to be abusing the excellent heater, smoking indoors and watching a lovely English show about barristers and judges getting all pondery about overarching notions of justice and the operation of the law. Lovely.

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