Gate

Rusty gate near work, more grungy textural shots.

A bit lonely with Jen away and as the day progressed with no contact from her I was was getting more and more anxious. Around 4 my phone rang and as soon as I answered it I could tell from her voice that it was going to be bad news. Her father has indeed been diagnosed with a brain tumour on top of the lung cancer. Our visit to Martin Wishart's for our anniversary tomorrow is cancelled and I await further news.