First off, everybody . . .
Let’s all wish Joel Lane a happy birthday wherever he is and whatever he’s doing. Have a good one, mate.
The seasons are changing. Autumn—or ‘fall’—is here, and mighty welcome it is, too. But maybe that’s just for me and my kind for, when all is said and done, October is a rare month for boys.
The wind off the North Sea is building up, rattling the doors in their frames and the keys in their locks, while the big waves scatter pebbles across the lonely nighttime promenade.
Nicky and I sometimes go out for a walk later in the evening, either along the seafront, just a few minutes from the cozy warmth of the many reception rooms in PS Towers or down the old grassy path that was once the train track leading to the delightful Land of Green Ginger in the nearby fabled town of Hull (city of culture for 2017, lest you forget). Hats, scarves and mittens have been rescued from the big cardboard boxes in the PS Towers cloakrooms, drafted into active service once more, and the time is coming when Mike and I must abandon our shorts for another year and lock legs into denim and corderoy. Shame!
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