November 12

The very early morning sky.
I see it thanks to my subconscious mind
which tries to be helpful
and wake me up in time for work.
Unfortunately, its not clever enough to realise
that it’s a Sunday
and its help is unwelcome.

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The afternoon is a long lunch with Yuri and Charlie
at a Brazilian restaurant in Camden.

We try to list the things that Brazil is known for
and come up with:
Soccer
Carnivale
Beaches
Wax
and that giant statue of Jesus.

Our waitress has her good points and bad points:
On the plus side she is gorgeous
On the down side she can’t speak English.

We are reassured by the fact that many of the other diners are of South American origin.
We are smug in the knowledge that we have a secured a good table when other people keep piling in and are unable to be seated.

We head home at 5 o’clock
as the darkness closes in
and are struck by that terrible feeling that the
weekend
is
o-vah.