Horrible Thing

For some reason, Nero and the Velvet Underground were connected. My brother and his partner were renting a house in Sandringham from RBNZ governor Graeme Wheeler, who arrived to fixed the roof just as they were starting to have a party.  

That was just when I was asleep. Dreams get more vivid when I have migraines. I haven’t had one for years but on Friday went down with a beaut.

They also lead to forgetfulness – took the daughter walking at Makara, not only failed to lock the car but left one of the doors wide open.

There were also blotchy little elves on the edge of my vision, who frolic and dance and are happy and I hate the little bastards.

Every noise jars, I can taste colours and noises have a colour and is like a bayonet in the right side of the brain.

I can read books and the paper word. In fact, it helps take my mind off the aforementioned metaphorical bayonet which seems to be protruding from my right temple.