Forlorn

Both this abandoned complex of units overlooking the Avon River and me, both forlorn. This from terminal damage, me from something nasty in my sinuses.

Occasionally I have a good idea, the type that isn't really a good idea at all. I thought I'd head off to St Luke's under the misguided optimism I must be on the improve.

I didn't make it.

I did the sensible thing, turned around and went home to bed.

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