I've just been outside for a fag. The weather's lovely; hazy sunshine and a cool breeze. That's what spring ought to be like.
While I was there I started thinking about the photo of my Dad that my cousin sent me. I've looked at it several times over the weekend. To begin with I didn't really recognise him, but each time I looked at it the face became more and more familiar. Something similar has happened with my thoughts. The first time I looked, the person was a stranger to me, but each time I've looked since the face has become more and more familiar and recognisable. It's stirred up lots of very unpleasant, confusing and uncomfortable thoughts. I'm beginning to wish I hadn't seen it in the first place.
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