Icarus @ 59 # 323

Oh dear, with the OMO packet in the window I find I have become a cliche. After a chat with a fantastic poet in Winchester yesterday, I drove home around eight, grabbed a supermarket curry and two (yup two) bottles (of AF and GF beer) and watched the tennis on TV, followed by Have I Got News For You; QI and Later with Jools. Then I dumped the dishes in the sink (to be washed this morning) had a shower and read in bed until 1 in the morning (Richard Ford's Independence) then, this morning had my first early grey in bed with The Guardian and the radio on. Oh my goodness... it could have been so different because last night being halloween I filled a bowl full of sweets, laid out the long black cloak, fangs and fake blood capsules and cued the scary music but no child rang the doorbell... hah, got you interested now, huh! Well who knows, their yummy mummies and daddies might have taken pity on me, taken me with them as the scary vampire to weadle treats even out of the hands of Scrooge (oops - mixing my metaphors). Happy November, I will not be growing a moustache (although Dan is for charity). Now what did I do with my clothes... this Sunday I might cycle down to the sea, to see a murmuring of starlings over the ghost of the West Pier...