this week is in the far depths of London - so far away that I'm not even sure if it's still in England.
to get to school I take a bus then a train then the tube and a change on the tube and if it all goes well I can do it in one hour
but there's always a thing.
today when I was nearly there the tube got stuck and stopped. I got out and walked and got lost until I found a bus going in the right direction and the whole operation took two hours.
when I get back to this outer sphere there are two pretty grey cats waiting for me. One is fine-boned and affectionate and slightly camp, the other one is stout and won't speak to me during the day
but he comes and sleeps on my feet at night
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