I told him about the mistake I’d made and about my plan to unpick it an redo it. I’d have to, he said. Yes, and so do I, though I’d rather forge ahead. I remember my mother telling me of her having to continually unpick her stitches at sewing school. I learn and that is what is important, the end result is secondary. And I can think as I do it, can’t I?
The flies returned. And I had to do another mass annihilation. I am sorry. As I am for those 99 people yet to be found in the 12 storey block in Miami. What a terror. I hope they are safe or it they are not that the end as quick. What can have caused it?
Another gloom of a day. Can we have the sun back please?
