November 6, 2008
I’ve been trying to think about our relationship – where we stand with one another – and the truth is we don’t have one; there’s no standing or sitting or talking together. We no longer share anything. We each know the other still lives through talking to another but that’s all. For my part, I care a great deal – much more than I could write – and will stay sitting and hoping for something. ‘A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee Old Winter.’ I wish you were back in front of the mouldering fire to be drawn nodding off, rosy cheeks and laughter.