So, for a while, no more getting up at nine-thirty after dreams of white cities on cliffs, rocky beaches where the surf angrily crashes against the piers and rocks, or walking along that motorway ramp in the sunset watching the mountains far away and half the deserted city going up in flames and smoke while a column of people slowly move away towards the hills with bundles on their backs. Er, wake up now, have to finish the taxman thing. Oh well.
Slow Start
So, for a while, no more getting up at nine-thirty after dreams of white cities on cliffs, rocky beaches where the surf angrily crashes against the piers and rocks, or walking along that motorway ramp in the sunset watching the mountains far away and half the deserted city going up in flames and smoke while a column of people slowly move away towards the hills with bundles on their backs. Er, wake up now, have to finish the taxman thing. Oh well.
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From last Thursday to today
Concert went well. Out of doors, on the hottest day of the year and with me falling down with a cold or a flu. The sensible thing would have been to…
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valetudinarian valentines
I seem to have survived another Valentine's Day, one with the potential to be a particularly painful one. Managed instead to have a good time with…
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Happy Birthday,
erming!!
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