The weather has turned again, so the good old Bostonian penguin mittens may have to make a return. They're awfully embarrassing; each mitten has a protruding yellow beak and red bow tie. But tonight we're going to the Milkbar Records Launch at the Arts Centre, and it's a cold walk from the bus stop. The idiot is the only one to have bought tickets. She doesn't seem to mind being alone at gigs, though. She has a happy time nodding her head along in a mouldering corner.
Tuesday was so perfect that she is already experiencing withdrawal symptoms, like all those children who can't face school the day after their Birthday and sink into a deep depression for about 24 hours. It's pretty pathetic. I've been watching her looking out of the window now since yesterday lunchtime, barely moving and sighing sighs of great gravity and meaning. Oh woe is her.
Tarra,
Consette x
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