First Night Alone
Tuesday 7th November § 2 Comments
There are friends here who I could talk too. I went up to their flat after badminton, but couldn’t face it. I could envision the sympathy and the hugs and then the discussion and then the awkwardness would set in.
So I’m sitting in my room, (yougurt pot sized) trifles lined up infront of me like shots. A mostly full box of turkish delight and a packet of Thai Chilli crisps waiting in the sidelines and my guitar is calling to me from across the room.