The Sun at Last

After a seriously crappy morning I thought stuff it and blasted myself up the M6 for an impromptu couple of days in the hills.
I miss the rocks
January is such a stuffing depressing month, all the tinsel and bonhomie has to wait for another 360 odd days - except of course for the upcoming Olympics which will of course be nothing but a corporate cluster *uck of mammoth proportions .
I miss the clean air
Maybe tonight I will treat myself to a nice curry in the Red Fort, maybe I won't.
I miss the certainty of youth