One night at a time

Lie in; yeah right..8.50. A longer weekend helps you think.

Went to a work leaving dinner last night. The risotto was to die for. Creamy, dreamy. So today i made bruschetta and linguini.

And as per Bank Holiday did some fence painting. Therapeutic yakka; even strokes.

My friend of 36 years died from cancer. We'll beat cancer's ass. Saw him on the slab; nothing prepares you for that. When one says they've gone to a better place is that right? They want to be with us, watching the game. Me and another friend sat, recalling his scrapes at school. And now we can't talk to him. I said we'll see him again.

We wipe our own tears. Have become more hard nosed. The decisions we make should have been made a while ago.

Not been on Night Tube yet.