This is my futile attempt at trying to make the most of the glorious weather bestowed upon us.
I decided to head home this week and despite working every day this week until at least 7pm I am determined to make full use of having a garden at every given opportunity. I never realised how much I would miss having a garden until I moved out. I mean, I could always sit out the back of the flat with the bins and all the annoying little brats or I could sit on the kerb of Dumbarton Road with the junkies and share a bottle of tonic but somehow it’s not quite the same.
I don’t have money which means I don’t have beer and I don’t have cigarettes and I’m working 12-10 tomorrow on yet another magnificent day of sunshine, but I’ve nothing but the sounds of birds tweeting and Childish Gambino pleasuring my ears whilst soaking up the last of the sun.
I’m happy, fairly. It makes a change.
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gordons-joint said:
You living on Dumbarton road now?! Whereabouts?
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