diary/hills

Washing, shopping, cleaning. The house smelt like someone had died inside the kitchen so I cleaned that too. Today looks to be like the last day of summer, in hindsight I should have worn my flip flops down to the launderette. In bloody hindsight I should have gone to Hampstead heath! The only place in London where you can actually block the horizon with treetops. O well, there’s always next year…