Reach Road
Cold north-westerly bringing what looked like snow in the late afternoon. I wished it was but it didn't.
The Principal sick in bed with a splitting headache and boking. No joking.
Passed by the old chap's house and took a picture of his window. Made me so sad. The terrors and dignity of loneliness in old age. Hope I bump into him tomorrow.
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