Cold Winter Wanderings.

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds. You'll see a lot up there but don't be scared - who needs actions when you've got words?

Cold winter wanderings, indeed. Tough days, these last absent weeks. I haven't been called to the keys because I have been called to the guitar to get things ordered and organised properly for July birthday gifts. Cancerians we are both.

I will be very brief tonight for I am struggling awfully with sickness. At night I am feverish and cold sweat chills me to the bone. In the daylight I can't talk and I wheeze instructions to the masses. I am perhaps more lonely right now than ever I have been. I hate being alone.

Life is not designed to be spent penniless and alone. What a non-conformist I must be. Goodnight, Freckle. I miss your words.

When was the last time you had no one to look after you when you were ill?