Monday, 20 September 2010

New Term

I am better in the winter, when it all goes moss and bone, when the fiddling drizzle comes and nobody tries to make me play with balls. I am better jumpered. The summer makes me feel hungover, lightly greased with shame. I am not a one for T-shirts and team sports, but nor am I strong enough to resist the nagging notion that I am wasting a lovely day, cooped up indoors like that. When my breath is visible I can breathe again, get fat and grow my winter coat.

Now it is September, though, the smell of stationery on the air. In September I am compelled to corral my papers, pick the knickers off the piano and pull my socks up good and high. In September, I resolve. And then when the first snow comes, I fill my belly full of pine needles and go to sleep behind the stove.

This winter I resolve to think more about horses. I don't think I can do anything more than that.

8 comments:

  1. maybe you could fit a pony into your thoughts too?

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  2. And we look towards The Grand National, Eurovision and scary clown-ladies in the park.

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  3. I cannot wait for winter, and I think of horses daily. I'll have to come up with something else.

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  4. summer IS a light greasing of shame - Hail Autumn!

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  5. and I'm waiting for more Ms P

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  6. Summer is stationery for us Southern Hemisphere types. While you get your coat I am going to think of and ignore ways to hock mine.

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