Wahey

[liadnan]

I thought I could smell a thunderstorm in the air, and feel it itching in the scars on my leg (the result of my complete destruction of a plate glass balcony door in a very posh hotel in Greece 19 years ago -white spirit, no anaesthetic and 12 stitches) earlier today but nothing came of it until now.

The sky is lighting up over St Johns Wood and the rain comes hammering hammering down. Maybe I should go for a walk on Primrose Hill.

Or possibly not. Tempting though. It would clean my jacket.

Oh soddit, why not?

Comments

[dr-lovely.livejournal.com]

Stitches in Greece eh ? Very adventurous ! I didn't know that !

[liadnan]

Well, it was a very long time before I met you: was at the end of my first year at secondary school.
Ironically, was on Kos, where that chap Hippocrates hung out. We'd spent the day at the hospital-healing spring-temple to Aesclupius type place.

[talvalin.livejournal.com]

Er, but *how* did you destroy it? Did you fall through it, or walk through it by accident? Were you pushed?

[liadnan]

Ran actually. Was a full scale sliding window affair.