Returning

[smokingboot]

Out on Lewisham High Street, a grubby man passes me and grins, gold teeth winking.

'Inchoo lovely!' He says, as he wanders off.

On the way back an old guy with a can of Tennants smiles at me. 'Tired,eh?' He says, soft pleasant voice.

Everyone seems so poor, dirty, old. But their faces aren't leering or creepy. They're OK really, ordinary.

Sunny cold morning, wet May.

Normal may not be round the corner. But it's not far away either.

Comments

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Me too, it just seems to be taking forever! X

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

Better be slow and thorough than make a botch job, methinks. Also, I appreciate it feels like forever, but given what you've been through I think it's fantastic that you're beginning to make progress so quickly.
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