"A Nervous boy from another town, with a nervous laugh and a concentrated frown"
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Of Stiff Carrots and where chickens come from
Ok ... the last few cards I have written to M have marked each year with an acknowledgement of survival ... and isn't that a bit of a sad indictment of the times? And even as we stood on the brink of emotional collapse, we were reminded of the symbolism behind our difficult union as we conversed and broke bread with our close friends at the DMs. At an early point in the evening, DK rushed up to me and gave me a hug ... she will never know how much that meant to me ... but hugs and glossy viticultured smiles aside ... the DMs laid a winter's repast as testament to good times and friendship ... I wish you all the very same luck we have.