The Harborne Carnival took over the high street yesterday. There was candy floss for sale and the girls, Mia and Mei, rode the swings, tickets sold my a toothless carnie.
Surely there's more to say after a month. The sun won't go down anymore, and after my father-in-law left, there was no more tobacco and whisky in the house. I had been sleepwalking since February: I had been to Cardiff a couple of times, hadn't I? I woke up fat and angry and went running again and again and again.