Somewhere in the bowels of Wembley stadium is a blue jumper.
It is the jumper a friend bought for me two Christmases ago.
It is the jumper I rolled into a ball to make a pillow, before I settled in for the night at Bristol Temple Meads station, one year ago.
I will miss my blue jumper.So send it on its way, if you must. But if you can, try not to wipe the floor with it.
Thanks.
1 comment:
My sympathies.
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