i miss my time in uk so badly today
i always miss it but now even more than ever
it was one of the sweetest nicest times of my life
everything was so perfect
i miss the ariel & rowing and the races and the weekends full of practise & beer

i miss the way the city was ... quaint and sweet and half hundred years old & half ttally modern
i miss the shops, the accessibilty
i miss the work
i miss the friends
the many places to go to and things to do
the pub hopping - where u start from one end of town and have a drink at each putb till u reach the other ebnd
i miss the river
the bridge
the sunsets
the gulls
the trees
the weather
the people
my friends, roger, colleen, ani, taj ...
most of all i miss my little studio
it was so pretty
so so pretty
and so clean
somehow - however I slog this place never seems clean
i miss the cold
gawd how i miss the cold
miss the regular weekend long eat outs at my place
the lazy sunday mornings at tajs back garden with me and taj and anad and family
pr me and taj and chetan

miss the view from chetan balcomy
miss the way everything always seemed so wet and fresh and had a forever ish feel to it
everything seems so just sprung up and dry here
everyone I was friends with then has drifted away now - except taj & chetan of course
even they seem lost somehow
miss tesco's where everything was always so nice and everything seemed happy


miss having a movie hall 5 mins walk from home
and a sweet, deserted rose garden 10 mins inthe other direction, and the bus stop just across the road
miss the snow, the old people on the roads and the kids playing everywhere
miss the churches & the bells and the winds and the flowers
bno cactus there, we just ahad sweet flowers
miss going down to london, or bath or wherever everynow and then
miss having a life ....