the day is pressed tin
W’ello, small echoing chamber. What now, eh? Wondrous storm all night, playing the house like an accordion, pushing jets of water under doors, down chimneys. Well uhuh, a heyhey, aheyoh I’m all shook up. Not enough though. Still marooned on the surface of tarmac’d days. Begone, apostrophe fairy.
In HSCsville here. Its mark has been painted on the front gate. Let all who enter... What a savage, awful system. Poor little buggers are all coming down with glandular fever and the like.
But I am begun on a potting course! Just the fingers in that cool, dank stuff. The turning of it around in palms, mind gone awol, hours spinning past. Good stuff.
Obsession du jour - silver cutlery.
Problem du jour (and yesterjour and mananajour) - what to do with the 21 metres of latex the Man brought back with him.
Annoyance du jour - a frend getting in touch to ask for money for a pet charity, who never otherwise gets in touch. A tussle ensuing in me, snakes snaking in from all directions and becoming tangled.
Sitting here in a towel and another towel when I needs be out of the house in fifteen minueten.
In HSCsville here. Its mark has been painted on the front gate. Let all who enter... What a savage, awful system. Poor little buggers are all coming down with glandular fever and the like.
But I am begun on a potting course! Just the fingers in that cool, dank stuff. The turning of it around in palms, mind gone awol, hours spinning past. Good stuff.
Obsession du jour - silver cutlery.
Problem du jour (and yesterjour and mananajour) - what to do with the 21 metres of latex the Man brought back with him.
Annoyance du jour - a frend getting in touch to ask for money for a pet charity, who never otherwise gets in touch. A tussle ensuing in me, snakes snaking in from all directions and becoming tangled.
Sitting here in a towel and another towel when I needs be out of the house in fifteen minueten.