“How’re you feeling?” MindReader says as soon as he gets in the door. He has been to Frightened Rabbit. I have not. This brings the gigs I’ve missed because of illness total up to three (Newton Faulkner, Frightened Rabbit and CROWDED HOUSE).
“Rubbish,” I say as I unload a plate from the dishwasher.
His arms come around me and I bury my face in his neck.
He seems to be working out how to say something.
“By May-Billygean’s standards…” he says, “you know -” he gestures to the dishwasher, to me standing, “I mean – you didn’t MOVE for months. It’s not happening again.”
And even though I don’t think I feel much better, he has a point.
Billygean – I was at that crowded house gig! I HEART the loads! cant believe you do to!!! weather with you – soundtrack to life!
Sami
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