Jan 17, 2016 10:51
God, but the garden's a dark spludge at the edge of my consciousness. Mostly because the extent of poor-quality concrete sections makes it look like a builder's yard.
On the other hand, I have herb seeds that I can stick in pots on the windowsill and wait for a day when the weather stops being quite so biblical.
You know, I think I've pretty much given up any pretence of being some 'leet haxx0r/post-punk urban cyberhero now.
percy thrower,
a37 - gateway to dorchester,
damp