February 28th – Brownhills High Street. The rain was still perched upon my world as I came home, looking for a takeaway and some solace in the gloom.
A couple of minutes later I met an old pal, we dived into Costa for a coffee, and rolled the years back.
Brownhills isn’t nearly as depressed as it was; things are improving, slowly.
It almost looks beautiful in the rain. Or have I got meteorological Stockholm syndrome again?