One broken car in London, to be driven to Newcastle on Saturday; 5 minutes out of the garage, an almighty clanging ensued, and I had to take it back to be fixed again. Meanwhile, my own car in Newcastle had broken down, and had to be fixed. The London-broken-down car broke down again this morning, but was fixed again this afternoon.
I have returned from a breeze of a drive back in my mended car, only disturbed on the journey by watching flocks of starlings through the windscreen scribbling on the milky clouds, and listening to Toots and the Maytals.
I have learned to articulate my philosophy.
Tomorrow, it will be tomorrow, and it won't be today any more.
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