All The Birds

[smokingboot]

I was meant to meet a friend in Edinburgh today and I am meant to be seeing friends tonight. I do not think I can do it. Friend has had to call off, and I am so relieved; she's excellent, but all I have in my head is one thing; she might have been prepared for me to bore her to pieces about Vietnam and Cambodia, is she ready for me to bore her about cancer? Better to see her next week when this shock has settled down a bit. Same for mates tonight. I'll probably see most of them at the weekend, it will be easier by then, but right now I need the outside and aloneness.

The title of my post has nothing to do with this, though it is something of which I should remind myself; best not explained though I began this sentence intending to do so. It's one of those phrases that's part of my life, and maybe it will do as a tattoo covering my under arm scar after the sentinal lymphs go. But text tattoos can stretch and blur, can't they?

Still, I can see it in my minds eye, which is something.

Right, no more! and also write no more, not today. Time to get out.