Fish got to swim and birds got to fly.
At work tonight one of the regulars was talking to Gill and me about cars. His wife has a blue mercedes with a soft top and I've been told this before, but today I remembered being in Gabri's blue mercedes with the soft top. Going to get pizza and trying to think what to say, what small talk to make that could convey how worried I was about her, and how much I loved her. Driving down the autostrada listening to Barbra Streisand and my mother talking, wondering how to join in. I thought of the car sitting in a garage nobody will go into, with the VW beetle with one wing mirror that I love.