It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolutions power,
I might be driven to sell you love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

Tuesday, 30 April

I was playing on the Internet the other day and I came across this. The reason I thought to send it to you is that what this poem is speaking about in general terms is the exact opposite of you and your way of tackling life while for me it seems to sum up exactly how I tackle things. I am going to have to work on that I know. At the moment you are sleeping just a few feet away from me - what I should do is wake you up and show this to you. I won't however - I don't know why.

I am sorry that I upset you this evening. That was never my intention. By the way sometimes when I start laughing it's because I am nervous and don't know what to say. I just thought that you would like to know.

Take it easy and have a good one.

Alex