It’s late

It’s late. And I’m tired

(what did I expect?)

I spent the week collecting

sick children.

Not one or two but

three additions to the infirmary.

 

It’s late. And I’m jaded

(what did I expect?)

I spent the evening brooding

about Suilven.

Not three or six but

nine months of injury.

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