46 steps

Wie geht's?

Recently, I somehow clicked onto a section of the blog and found a few really old drafts of posts that I had never finished!

Here's the first one: a poem of all things. Wohsers!!

Written about leaving Patrick Cameron and Randy Buckley's house in north London a few years ago. Enjoy.

The Shire

And then we finally left,

taking the 46 downward steps,

and leaving Ferntower north,

the house and it's occupants,in peace.

The shire settled back down,to its routines and obligations.

Mr Patel sold one less Guardian a day,

the Paradise fish bar sighed,

The Acoustic, the two hour dry cleaner, and the Tesco Express:

all waved adieu,

as the number 73 heaved itself towards King's Cross 

and the Piccadilly line
and the journey towards Heathrow.

Love and peace - Wozza