Here begin the long days,
where time stands still
For a nation.
Endless tea and snacks
and never quite getting dressed.
Here begin the long days.
When we sacrificed a lot
Here begins the times,
so we don’t sacrifice the many.
I welcome the long days,
I welcome the quiet.
I welcome the long lives
The long days will give us.
I could probably write a whole book about tea, and maybe one day I will. It features in
every single book I’ve ever written and despite the thousands of cups that have gone cold in my time – the next cuppa is never far from my mind.
It snowed properly for the first time this year here in Essex and I am ever reminded how beautiful and dangerous it can be.
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You fall asleep,
My hand to your cheek
At first it seems sweet
Then I think of blander motives
Am I interrupting your rest?
Is this just a unwillingness to move?
Then you pull my hand to your chest
Bringing it to rest, part of me on you
Where I should always have been,
And I remember what love feels like again.
When the days
And everything fades
the world makes the
in the dark.
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