There's something so romantic about winter and I don't know whether that's just because

I'm a bit of a homebody and I love a 5th.

But I think it's just the holiday period, it's just for me, it's the most romantic period.

And I think anyone who's listened to my records will know that I'm quite a big fan of romance.

Joy in every sip with red cups now back at Starbucks.

The key was in my hand and the lock was right there but it just wouldn't go in the stupid

hole.

My fingers were trembling and that awful familiar way and I willed them to stop but that

only made it worse.

From behind me I heard the impatient shuffling of feet and the woman standing there cleared

her throat, her hands full of groceries.

Same as my own.

What's he doing?

And I didn't hear anything to herself.

Why is this old man taking so long?

The cameras were bad did I but then I hadn't taken my medication yet and it was

probably overdue.

It was always overdue by the time I got around to it.

Finally with one hand gripping the other, straining with the weight of the bags, I got

the key into the little slot and turned it to the left, shaking worse than ever.

I turned the knob and I held the door open for the woman behind me, went quickly past.

She looked at the ground and didn't even acknowledge me.

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