Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Wednesday 2nd January 2008 (pp1663-72)

I remember this day as a deeply depressing day. I went all the way into the far end of Hove to a crappy café to try and get a job. It made my soul sink to be in that dank atmosphere and I knew I wouldn't get the job anyway. Then I went home. An hour's walk at least. In the cold. And my reception upon re-entering the bedroom was even colder. I went downstairs and wrote a lot, had the whole evening to myself.












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