Apology accepted, November
Now Playing: the last few explosions rocking the city
[Smitten wrote it so well that I had to rip it off]
for making the alarm go off ten minutes before I have to leave, no matter what time I set it for;
for waking me up to four piles of fresh acrid cat vomit this morning;
for breaking the hot water boiler twenty four long stinky hours before my gynaecologist had to don a gas mask;
for distracting me from my true purpose (coffee consumption) just long enough to enable |genericwankycolleagues| to drink all the four pints I brewed. Twice;
for closing down my local garage, run by the only other man I ever completely trusted; for sending me all the way to Barking at six in the morning to find a replacement mechanic who comes with recommendations;
for encouraging my number phobia by making it impossible to buy a wrist watch that has numbers on it, when you know I still can't tell the time in under a minute;
for positioning that seagull to shit on the car windscreen today;
for making my one early night this week coincide with Guy Fawkes, so I could catch up on my slumber in the heavy artillery fire of a warzone;
I forgive you November,
for that fucking two weeks of flu and fever,
for the tears and the drama,
for the cold, the dark, and the stink of gunpowder,
But only because you brought me these leaves.
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