Sunday, December 11, 2011
Doctor or tax man ?
Back on the first flight . At four thirty the airport eerily quiet . That strange , tiring, harsh neon light that you only find in large public spaces before dawn . For once I don't set off the security systems .
Home in time to pick up Wilf and take him down to town for his morning constitutional. I'm still in a suit and tie .This seems to slightly alarm the track suit wearing beer and absinthe set who look at me in much the same way as they might look at a doctor or a tax inspector . Wilf still gets his half croissant.