the abyss means...

ALL my past life is mine no more;
  The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
  By memory alone.
(Love and Life)

Ten years ago, at three in the afternoon I was at the school....

Picking up my mop and bucket, dragging Henry behind me like a puppy on a lead and heading off to the Sixth-Form section which was under my command.

Sweep, mop, empty bins, hoover.

It was a calming job.

I loved the people (especially the father-figure of the caretaker, who was soon to die of a heart attack), the building (especially my little outdoor cupboard, where I could sneak-off to whenever I wanted a break), and the job.

I loved the fact I could work at my own pace, with no distractions apart from the beat of my walkman, the pride in a job well done, and the fact I was getting paid for exercise.

Fond mem'ries.

There are days when I miss Henry...

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huh, yeah, ok.

bergin on September 21, 2003 08:33 PM