Lonely Hearts · Ref. 0092
Sixty-four. I have begun timing my walk to the postbox and I have beaten my own record twice, and there is nobody at either end of that route who knows or would be glad.
Two more from this week
- My car radio has been stuck on one station since February and I have grown to agree with it. Would like to meet someone before the opinions set permanently.Ref. 0093
- Forty-seven, and I have reached the stage of life where I buy a bag of salad every Sunday as a promise to a better man, and throw it away every Thursday on his behalf.Ref. 0094