New Angle

New telly, in a white room.

"In the white room with black curtains near the station,
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings,
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes,
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment..."

White Room, by Cream


Moonbeams, silver horses and gold pavements all, played out on the big screen for my contentment.


Ange is here again on Friday; then a whole week off together. Yay!