The thing about me is that I always

But I never

The world's got me dizzy again, you'd think after twenty(-two) years I'd be used to the spin. But it only gets worse when I stay in one place, so I'm always pacing around or walking away.

I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awaken by the dustman. I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea, and I think about leaving the house. I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too, it gives me a sense of enormous well-being. And then I'm happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there'll always be a bit of my heart devoted to it.