I got a text today from a lady friend saying-
‘I’m sitting on a hillside overlooking Puskar Lake (Northern India) with some old Hippies and Brahmin priests. The sun is just setting over the lake and I can hear the wail of the wild peacocks in the distance; it’s so beautiful and peaceful.
But, I wish I could be with you right now.’
At the very time I received this lovely, warming, heartfelt message…
…I was sitting on a bag of cement in a newly rendered pig shed:
Freezing my tits off, drinking cold Happy Shopper value coffee from an old polystyrene cup found in the foot well of the work van and observing a colleague vomit ‘with gusto’ next to a haulage container- His retching was thankfully drowned out by the wail of the M25.
I couldn’t help but smile.