Harley has blogged about the loveliness of this before but I thought I would reiterate the fact that #bookbreak is definately the nicest thing in London and simultaneously the best therapy for life.
”Can’t repeat the past!” He said incredulously. “Why of course you can.
I am going to fix everything.”
We read The Great Gatsby, tried to work out the meaning and it was extremely pleasurable.
There was tea and biscuits and then a poem.
”And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then.”
At least stars burn out brightly