Monday 12 noon. Waiting for someone at Piccadilly amidst a crowd of jolly railwaymen:
– ‘e poured water on it
– ha haha woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
– mebbe it were stuck to ceiling
– ha ha ha woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
– poke it wi’ stick
– ha ha ha woo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Tuesday 6 a.m. The morning light falling so tenderly on the fresh green leaves it is as if they were lit from the inside.
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