I'm in the country where it is green and lush. Cold and wet, too. Soggy under my feet. Bright open spaces, distances. Trees and clouds, forest thick. The birds are twittering, from the high branches. The breeze is blowing, cold, around my ears. The sky is gray, thick, monotone. Jumpers, jackets, coats, are the order of the day. Maybe, gloves and scarves, if I was a little more gay.

I head home around 3pm for Wicked. A generic musical with no standout song. I went with David and his sister and Dave.

SMS. 15.44 (David & Shane) OMG! It was me! – christian

SMS. 15.45. OMG! What was you? Are you okay? – Shane

SMS. 16.32. Hey Beck, I’m going to come in Tuesday, I hope that’s okay. I forgot, I told mum I’d take he to the doctor – christian

SMS. 17.33. That’s fine, see you then – Beck