lizzet

Knock-knock... who's there? postman... postman who?..... I open the door and the postman is standing there with a parcel, my mind can't recall me ordering anything but maybe I was drunk you know, the things you could do when drunk and feeling rich, but still I had no recollection of such a drunken night so I just weirdly stared at the postman. 'Hey love..could you please sign this for your neighbour, she can pick it up from you,'... Eeem wait, what?, 'sign here'...thanks love.. Things went so fast that last I remember I was at the door with a parcel belonging to a neighbour I haven't met. Guess I have to meet the neighbour after all...Finland, I am now awkward, thanks to you...lol I have been feeling a little home-sick, I miss the sea, I miss running around and having the sea as close. Maybe it's because it's summer and English weather has welcomed us with proper rain, the water shapes in my mind as small ponds, small lakes, ma...