Three days of isolation; three days staring out of the same window at the driving, all-consuming rain. Enough to drive a man insane
The river swells; the battles still rage
Huge flocks of jackdaws criss-cross the sky above the town, calling as they go – a metallic barking sound
Bored kids play knock-down-ginger on the flats opposite and pretend to chat up girls. One even screams like a girl just for effect
Elsewhere, the lager is in full flow and the racist chants have begun. The Whitehaven Firm are up to no good again. Tonight is their night and they won’t tolerate anything that doesn’t match or equate to home. There is no cause or effect in their world, in their law, things just are
I am learning to love small things, things that can’t be bought – opening eyes up to details that always made me happy but have gone unnoticed for too long
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