27.1.2012 Leftovers
They come in droves (of like, two and three) and stand and sit and lay and dance and bocce on the lawn and they eat and laugh and then, the next day, when it’s all over, you’re cleaning up the aftermath, feeling a little the loss of your house full of life and still finding empties when you see them… enough wee forgotten beers to fill a box. And you know that you’ll do it all again next year.
Aaathankyouverymuch.
