miss, don't go

I had my mate visit over the weekend and we were 'avin' ourselves a good time. when she left again yesterday afternoon, I felt so empty, I still feel sad. I went home, resumed the red-wine-drinking (some semi-decent bottle from languedoc produced in 2000... yes, if the wine was good to begin with, you can leave it laying around the rack for a few years), switched on the telly and watched a documentary about venice and the surrounding areas... which made me cry with homesickness. or maybe it was just the wine.

the euro state I live in has a holiday tomorrow, so I can let myself go tonight...

wine, woman and song....