Small mercies I was headed for the white linen hours before the usual time. What? Left the morning tablets at home?
Did almost the whole wakehurst parkway on high beam, did not see a single set of headlights in the rear view mirror and only a few came at me.
The harbour bridge is a snake of vacant taxis close to midnight.
The closer to home, the speed limit sent it’s sticky grip down over my matchbox car. I enjoyed the last few turns though, drove the purple flower asphalt while Anni-Frid, Benny, Bjorn and Agnetha sang to me.
The big cat’s happy to see me.
Hey, I’ll sleep here tonight.