We stood for two hours and watched the grey paint dry. We sat in silence, waiting, as our cracked hearts only pumped every other beat. We washed our hands in tepid water, which cooled tragically. In the dimming fall into evening, we became invisible in our fuzzy grey jumpers. The door knob tarnished quickly and we just couldn't find any energy to get the Brasso out. We nodded slowly, over and over, until it became our normal movement for any acceptance. Like this poem, we just couldn't find any purpose or intent. So, what to do? In the first spark, we all agreed a warm, flat beer may help.
Charles Wells, English brewer, died today in 1914.
Phillip Schofield, English Television presenter, was born today in 1962.