...not about the streets having no name. That would just be silly. Can you imagine?

"Fancy coming to mine later for a beer?"
"Yeah sure. Where do you live?"
"The street with no name."
"Wheres that again? Oh wait, is it the street just off the street with no name?"
"Yes, go down the street with no name, passed the street with no name, and its the street with no name after that."
"Sorted. See you at 7"

There would be scores of postmen gathering on corners. Walking round in random circles like uniformed autistics. Sitting on the kerbside, legs being cradled, rocking back and forth muttering 'I tried to deliver. I thought it was round here somewhere. Im sure of it.'

No, they were right about it being a beautiful day. I think the correct term is 'phew what a scorcher'. And seeing as I dont have to start work for another week, Ive been making the most of it this last week and a half.

Such a hard life. Sun, riverbanks, coffee and a book. I hate not working, its such a bind.