Monday, October 8, 2018
A small room behind a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
A crowd has formed, people are clapping. Or is it the rain once more beating down on the tin roof of the neighbour's "bike shed"?
Why are there no bikes in this shed? He has a mower in there, and a couple of metal rakes, one of which stands in the doh! position.
Open your eyes, I think. But no, not until it stops.