the bus back.
Boxing off one house to move to Ruby's with Archie tomorrow, but just come to BAE for a espresso. No book and not prevaricating - mum want some dog food for Lola so I with head there after this, pick up Archie and his kibble then head back to 42. The dryness of everything: there is no pasture or its heavenly bounty in August, this year. Some dark clouds pass by but are unaffected by it. The new East Leeds Orbital Road is open amongst these grey skies. All the way to Leeds to feel nothing and for there to be no mail of any consequence. The mounds of rubbish pile higher and higher in Leeds and it seems not to bother any of the folks wrapped up in their lives. I left as soon as I was capable. The hopelessness of it... *** Archie is a sweet boy. I introduced him to Lola's bed last night, in mum's front room, and he was there asleep this morning at 6. The chance to sleep in, until 6, staying on 42 without the interruptions of North Street, and from today Ruby's home on Chest...