5 months have passed now. 153 days. 3,672 hours. 220,320 minutes. Not that I'm counting, well, okay, I am.
Spent the evening helping Nigel out at his pad, blowing away the leaves, and burning up the twigs and branches blown down in the recent winds. His landlord's popping round Wednesday, so he wants the place to look good!
Anyway's, I was stood there, watching the fire, reminiscing about the last time Jules was up here with me. That was a long time ago. And as the darkness fell, I looked around, half expecting her to come running round the corner. Which, of course, she didn't. But I can still dream.
Off upstairs for a large Jack Daniels now, as Kev's arrived with a big bottle. Yes, I'm staying and going back in the morning. Can't really face going back now, and the company of a good bourbon convinced me that having to make an early start tomorrow is worth it.
