play house

today my head hurts.. its been hurting for a day and a night and a day. i think it needs water.. or maybe quiet.. maybe rest..or maybe it needs nothing. no thoughts, no wondering, no planning.

tomorrow jimi moves out of the room that he has claimed as his for a year and a bit.. it will be shaken of all the jimi-ness.
stevo will then bring all his stuff and fill the empty space with him.
he is so excited. it makes me happy.
theres always new in this place. i seem to be the constant.
we will have to change the phone message. i will come home and he will be here with his friends sitting on the porch drinking tea. people will ring up an ask for stevo. i will say sorry hes not here can i take a message? his clothes will be folded up and in a box clean and ready for the next day, instead of just having staying the night clothes. we will go for balmy walks and talk about our separate days. he wants to get a cat. he will add photos to the kitchen wall. he will buy milk. he will water the plants.
come and visit whenever you want