Early rising, for me, Sunday morning
Before eight, because I needed to be
At Vee's flat by nine-thirty. Was walking
Through Manchester town centre, and could see
Some interesting views, hazy through foggy
Mist, like the Beetham Tower just on Deansgate
It seems to float in the mist, so that we
Can see through it, it doesn't exist. Wait
A few minutes, the fog clears, and its state
Returns to solidity, air clearing
Saw Josie back to Wilmslow, a coffee
In Starbucks, then home. This evening, I made
King Gong with Dermot, as usual cringing
At goings-on. Now bedtime looms for me
Sunday 4 January
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