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from the one and only Z
(at least someone still loves me)
despite
my about to be missing his birthday for a second year in a row.
z, maximum, mrs.perou and dogs came to bunker
mrs.perou took maximum to the british museum while i took z up to the mountain bike track at the olympic park
after a bumpy blast round on a cold spring day, had hot sausage rolls in the cafe by the park
and
RTB to take the dogs on a long walk up to three mills green.
where me and z span round on a spinning seesaw thing.
all day z kept saying 'if we win the lottery we should buy...'
and filling in with various material things.
the most poignant being that if we won the lottery, i wouldn't have to work so much and he'd get to see me more.
tomorrow early i leave for warmer weather, to be locked in a blackout studio for days.
there is sad jazz playing on my turntable