I’m talking about the Weather
It has been quite cold of late, though I find myself saying I’m really quite warm. Home is warm. I feel at home with Brendan.
Gloves and scarves are … novel.
My big black coat is warm. A tee [long sleeved, close-fitting and white], another [blue, with shiny motif on front, v-neck cut], a borrowed jumper [should get that back], a jacket [with zipper], and my big black coat on top.
I got an early train that day.
Eckersly’s Art Supplies. Half way from Wynyard to Town Hall
I walked from there to get the bus from Elizabeth Street.
Raining
I liked it
He used to like that coat. I remember Performing Arts night. An idea which didn’t really work — we never did make it to the lookout, he said we did, he drew us standing there holding hands.
Put away with the other letter’s; a brown paper envelope ‘lost’ in the top of my wardrobe.
6 weeks holidays. Will I get to Melbourne. Will we?
We’ll see — I hope so though.