Monday, 8 March 2010

And then . . .

It was so cosy in bed—just another half an hour . . . the same dream again. Worse though, a dreadful nightmare: trees bent under the weight of snow on snow, all birds had buggered off (where do birds go anyway?) almond blossom - a distant memory; my car had become a woolly blob. Woke, phew, awful dream. Must really now open the shutters . . . odd, seems incredibly quiet outside.

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